Gramma Camp

While Daddy was recovering from a small orthopedic setback this first week following school, and Mom was busy working, Zed slipped off to Gramma Camp to hang out with her cousins, ride horses, play with goats, and generally not give two loose s#!%s whether she ever see us again.  Swear to God, not a single call or mention of our names the entire three days.  I guess we can know what to expect in college.

Thanks Gramma...and thanks to you too Aunt Cheryl, we couldn't have gotten all that farm animal entertainment anywhere else!   BTW...nice hat.