We said toodle-do to this crew of manliness this week.
They wandered around in front of our house for a while, having last gulps of coffee, finding keys, and other whatnot…
And then they caravanned away for a few days in the woods, searching and hunting for elk.
He watched from the window and vacillated between sad and happy.
The next morning, I was duct-taped to the ceiling, the boys stole my car, and they drove 25 minutes away to get donuts.
Holden discovered the ever elusive and tricky-to-enter donut box.
Hail the Conquering Hero.
Washing it down it with the hard stuff.
Miraculously, I had escaped by this point and gone after them. He tried to use his mind powers on me to divert me from all of that sugar.
The little one used his cartoon tongue to lick away any evidence.
Yep. It’s like no one would ever know there were donuts in these parts.
Until you see my butt.
Good lawd. These Donut Fridays have to stop.