I’m sorry, but you cannot expect me to resist something that is described as having “luminous natural shells in cascading tiers”
Jon and I have this running joke about Wyoming. It started when Jon thought we had bought a bottle of vodka when we hadn’t and he wondered if I had been sneaking vodka during the day. Instead of being insulted I answered, “Yes, Leta and I drive to Wyoming every other day and drink vodka.” [...]
