Dear Timothy James, last week I sold Griswold and you bought a Big Green Egg. I'd say a good trade considering the Wagoneer couldn't smoke me wibs. Dear Rowan Able, you like to rock conductor overalls, take naps on the front porch swing, and pee on the couch when we change your diaper. We think you are AWESOME. Dear Communal Living, 4 adults, 1 baby, 2 dogs, 5 chickens, and 50,000 bees. We be crazy. Dear Mr. Loerke, yesterday you called just to say you'd protect me if a bear tried to eat me. Reason #279 why boy roommates are the shiz.
Happy Wednesday, brave ones! What's been the best part of your week so far?