Brady and I are both still a bit in recovery from our adventure. We got home Tuesday night, and I think he’s getting the idea that we’re home for good again and he can settle back in. Thankfully he does not appear traumatized enough to refuse to get back in the car, and neither of us forgot how much we like Zach.
I want to share all my billion photos but really this one at the top just kills me for some reason. Maybe that will do till I put some stories in order, when I stop being super brain dead from the trip. I mean I have to tell you how Juno almost ate my dog (haha not Really) and Brady almost ate a chicken! And other stories. So more later..
*..is my family the only one who said that little chant every time we got home from Anywhere? or is this a thing?