It’s beginning to sound a lot like Whimsical Fuckery!
Everywhere we go
The dogs knocking into the tree
The Boy says “No photos of me!”
With stout German beer and relatives who blooooow!
It’s beginning to look a lot like Whimsical Fuckery!
Texting all the friends
Ice covers all of the ground
Cookie dough scattered around
Shaping Buckyballs again and again!
THIS! YES, THIS! I love you, monkeyfrog!
