Holy dang is this summer flying by. Be happy that you are not sitting in my living room with me right now because I have a peach cobbler in the oven and turning on the oven in my non-air-conditioned house on an August afternoon is just about the stupidest thing I can think to be doing right now, right up there with skydiving and crystal meth.
BUT. My mother (who is down here visiting) bought fresh peaches yesterday along Utah's Fruit Highway and expressed a wish for peach cobbler, so a peach cobbler she shall have. That is called love.
Also called love (or other chemical phenomenon) is this thing I saw recently at the Willow Park Zoo when we were there one night with the baby. This zoo is super, super tiny, but is great because it's inexpensive, never crowded, and it's perfect for taking little kids to because like they even know the difference. Most of the exhibits consist of water fowl. So, you know, pretty exotic.
We took the Tiny Dark Lord, who spent the whole time trying to do this:
Which is how he ended up back in here:
|Gossner milk shout out!|