It's nasty out today and I can't help but wish I was back in Antigua, jet skiing. Yes, that's Joe riding bitch. And after about 10 minutes of him screaming, "you're going too fast!", I dropped his ass back on the beach. Coz I'm nice like that.
Morgan channels her inner Ga.
The kids set up a trap to catch a leprechaun on St. Patty's Day. Unfortunately they got out-smarted by the little green bastard and he left this little message to them on my hardwood floor with a sharpie. Next year I'm leaving out my own trap; De-Con laced whiskey.
ROAD TRIP WITH THE HORSES!