“Let me ask you one question. Do you really want to own a ranch, or are you just wanting to mother something”
I love my friends. Even the honest ones.
Honestly, I don’t know.
I hate the heat.
My gardens are already dead.
It was too hot to mess with a fall harvest.
I no longer care.
Sometimes, life after kids, is hard. Not impossible, but I’m not going to lie, I miss it sometimes.