Mike and I went to Ocean Shores a few weeks ago to get in a last vacation before Nathan arrives. I wish it had lived up to the name I gave it, Ocean Whores, but sadly no. It was a beach town filled with senior citizens, but very slutty and nasty senior citizens I must say.
Yes, dear readers. My husband, who has a master’s degree, tried to feed this animal meatloaf, though we all know that deers do not eat meat. But you should have seen the look on his face–the excitement, the joyous possibility that maybe, just maybe, this woodland creature would accept his offering. And when the animal sniffed the two lumps Mike had thrown down, it moved its head away in rejection.
Our balcony provided a great view.