This weather is so nice...

I want to take it out behind a middle school and get it pregnant.

I was just lamenting last night to Ay that I haven't been to a single cookout this year, and just now my dad calls me to tell me that he's loading up the truck with fifty pounts of ground beef, ten chickens, and two hogs*, but that I may need to pick up hot dogs on my way to Saltillo. Along with triple antibiotic ointment for my mom's hand.

Yum!

* slight exaggeration