You realize that “meanwhile, back at the ranch…” is just a saying, right? We do not have a ranch. We don’t even have a farm. On our property, the only thing we grow is old.
After a good solid eight hours of much-needed sleep, we headed north on I-5 and returned the motorhome to her cozy storage unit.
The Magna Peregrinus is so happy we are flying to Tennessee for the game next week! She needs a little rest.
We arrived home at noon to find squatters had taken up residence during our three-day absence!
Let’s go eat the rose bushes up the road.
Until my next update, I remain, your “Oh, Deer Dear” correspondent.