I haven't heard the the F bomb in days. Everyone says y'all. You can get in and out of a restaurant in under an hour, and I went to Walmart! At Walmart Paul noticed this guy and said "That's what everyone thinks a Texan is." I wish I had my camera with me. He was this tall guy with a beer belly and a ball cap. He was gazing into the rifle display case, which spins, and there were camo backpacks on a rack behind him. Texas! Enjoy it while you can Elijah.
My Birkenstocks are enjoying the break from walking miles a day. Paul's having Haagen-Daas withdrawal and Hannah is getting in some quality cousin time. I can't wait to get to Trinity on Sunday!