Close you weary travelers, so very close. Sorry to get your hopes up with all of the wind and dust and sand and dirt, out here but you've got about 1300 miles further west to go. At least in the Mojave you're close to the lights of Vegas or nearing California's lush vineyards. Our bragging rights, when it comes to entertainment, are limited to tractor pulls and cow tipping.
Have a FABULOUS weekend, everyone!
The game is on!
Who shall be my first target?
The wind up...
What??? Chill out, man, it's just a little snow!
You better run, sucka, run and hide!
Mommy's helpers, cleaning off the deck while I
nap fold laundry.
We assemble snow babies around here, not snow men.
Don't eat that one, son, it looks a little sketchy.
No! Don't throw the snow baby!
When one gets tired of making snowballs, one finds a snow slinger, also known as a shovel.
This is gonna be good!
Hand over your weapons, son!
I'm just here for the munchies.
And, to be adorable.
Nummy, num, num.