sometimes we go to a magical place called Rowena in the columbia gorge. there's a river, some frosty beer beverages and also a lot of love. pictured here are a couple of jackasses i like to call my friends (pat and mo) and also another jackass i like to call my husband (jackass husband).
Thursday, July 10, 2008
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I've ignored your blog too long. You should take consolation from the fact that I haven't posted on my own blog in a month.
It makes me happy to think of you in Rowena. Isn't there some good wine that comes out of there, though? And you're drinking beer?
You're my favorite rebel.
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