“Let me ask you one question. Do you really want to own a ranch, or are you just wanting to mother something”

CRAP.

I love my friends. Even the honest ones.

Honestly, I don’t know.

I hate the heat.

My gardens are already dead.

It was too hot to mess with a fall harvest.

I no longer care.

Sometimes, life after kids, is hard. Not impossible, but I’m not going to lie, I miss it sometimes.