Meanwhile, back at the ranch...
You realize that "meanwhile, back at the ranch..." is just a
saying, right? We do not have a ranch. We don't even have a farm. On our
property, the only thing we grow is old.
After a good solid eight hours of much-needed sleep, we headed north on I-5 and
returned the motorhome to her cozy storage unit.
The Magna Peregrinus is so happy we are flying to
Tennessee for the game next week! She needs a little rest.
We arrived home at noon to find squatters had taken up residence during our
three-day absence!
Oh-oh, Momma; the humans have returned from their triumphant
victory over the University of New Mexico Lobos.
Let's go eat the rose bushes up the road.
Until my next update, I remain, your "Oh, Deer Dear" correspondent.