you say that i treat you like a bowl upon a shelf

storm’s a-brewin toward the west
kitty on my lap, smoke in my hand, breeze on my face, Connor on the speakers, shoes off (socks long gone),jons on his way home :)(a bit o kind bud for the soul!)

mac n cheese for dinner..blah i swear come the day i have money i will never buy mac n cheese or hamburger helper again. im sick of hamburger..

god fall is awesome in missouri. the cool breeze, red maples, blue skies (lest there be storms)