Holy cow... or, sacred spot.
It's a loong looong story, but between my heads-up GPS and a delivery address being typed wrong, I tried to deliver an elliptical machine to Camp Gaea tonight. I thought the hill of unreasonable steepness looked really familiar, and I knew I was in the right area, but when I got the -right- address I ended up delivering to Jarlboro. Yes, that town that only the 22 residents, 1 cop, and 2500 pagans even knows exists.
I'd love to tell the whooole story, but I'm sooo done. Not sure when I'll catch up on sleep. Partly due to puppy duty, partly due to working AND all the domestic engineering. Hard to keep up with all the things I want to.
I'd love to tell the whooole story, but I'm sooo done. Not sure when I'll catch up on sleep. Partly due to puppy duty, partly due to working AND all the domestic engineering. Hard to keep up with all the things I want to.