if loving you is wrong....

i don't want to be right.

Yes, Moose Munch, you temptress, you...beckoning me to the pantry with your sweet siren song. Utterly irresistable, and you know it. You have my number, and I don't mind.

Seriously, who buys their "friend" FOUR BAGS...as in FORTY OUNCES...of Moose Munch for Christmas??? A friend who lives too far away to throttle, that's who. Yeah, secretly it was my favorite gift!

PHOTOS FROM OUR WALK BY THE RIVER:

A little "action" shot as M "runs" down the "hill"....hmm...just so you know, every time I use quotations, I stop typing and make little air quotes with my fingers for effect. Not.


Not an exciting photo, but I love the color of the bushes behind M:



Not sure what to do with the mud on his hands. It ended up on my jeans...but I didn't mind!