We've come a long way together from Baker, Montana, my old friend. I'll miss you.

The only farmer in the entire Panhandle who doesn't own a piece of hay string to tie his shit down to the trailer before getting on the highway. Apparently, we're trying to recreate Final Destination with gated irrigation pipe instead of logs.

Being hypermobile and able to do cool shit like the splits is all fun and games until your thumb bends backward and touches your wrist. I'll be here in my jerry-rigged brace, typing one-handed, for the next week or so...

Hard at work supervising the Tuesday Morning Liars Club to make sure that they don't run out of coffee...

Nearly quit last Thursday when they tried to ambush me over a stupid FB post, and it ended in a screaming match. I might succeed today.

Zoe...