I wish this was from the side of Fort Misery, but it isn't. It's from another old log cabin which was similarly small, dark, and formerly inhabited by Governors and such.
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Tasty wood like that makes me wish I was a termite. A super-duper time-traveling termite who could travel back to the time in which any wood she ate was grown and/or harvested and/or formed into log cabins. Then I would completely fuck things up by transforming the shape of history with my termite powers -- e.g., eating the log cabin that Lincoln grew up in, leaving those crazy-ass/sad-ass gay republicans nothing to name themselves after. I can imagine other mischief.
But now I must fetch Pica from the yard who is also very fond of destroying wood. I wonder if she was a killer giant destructo-termite in a past life? Or maybe she was just Godzilla?
whatcha doin in Arizona? Huh?
This is from previous family visit to Arizona from last year. I still haven't gotten through all the photos yet.
;Chris
Slow-bee.