An observation about Montana: it loves its casinos like the South loves its churches.

Dear potentially sketchy restaurant that we may be eating at: for the love of all that’s unholy, please, please, please tear up the nasty, stained carpet on the floor. Actually, all restaurants with carpeting should do this anyway.

Travel tip: the higher in altitude you are, the more alcohol effects you. Proof: my Husbear is rubbing his face in multiple straight women’s chests.

And… when there are so many close lightning strikes you wish you could disconnect your home from the grid until it passes. Need to work on making that ability happen down the road.

Dear Orlando, and Apopka, and the rest of the world: I love you.

And… no safety net.