Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, which means y’all gotta take that motherfucker seriously.
When quality “me” time goes horribly wrong at the hands of religious children’s songs.
The second installment of a new tradition: snapshots of Utah every month for a year.
Of course it snowed the morning that Marlo started feeling better. You could say that’s just her luck, but I will say IT’S JUST UTAH.
I don’t get to spend nearly enough quality time with this part of my family, but when I do I’m reminded of the standard that has been set.
Would you look at these guys. You can practically hear the banjos dueling in the background.
Luckily no one brought up race at the dinner table, otherwise there would have been a somewhat delicious food fight.
If anyone has a kid who is working on a leaf collection, I might have one or two lying around.
Now I’m beginning to wonder how many people could find Utah on a map CASEY I’M LOOKING DIRECTLY AT YOU.
You could make the argument that it’s ironic that I’m starting a tradition around the mission of fighting hunger when both of my kids don’t like to eat. And you’d be right.