If Heather drew this she was 8 at the time. If Tiffany drew it she was 6.
I feel like a pioneer woman chopping kindling and building a fire every morning, noon and night. Knitting warm clothing, making bird feeders out of gourds, adding to my compost pile, and shooting arrows. Looks like I’ll be taking a gun class next. My boyfriend keeps trying to talk me into it, and then our landlady came by today and said she just took it. It’s an NRA class called Women on Target. I never in a million years would have thought of taking a class like that, but it seems the universe is conspiring against me. Maybe I’ll meet some people at least. And maybe it will lead to me joining S.A.S.S. some day so I can do old west reenactments.