The grande petite had to make a stuffed animal for a class. She hates it. I love it. It's coming on our trip. Confused Voodoo Monkey is going on an adventure.
Stargate 0505... we've landed some effing where on the other side of bougie Texas and have stopped for coffee and to procure a goody for the grande petite. Status: generic, yet majestic, howling wolf lighter has been attained. We continue westward into the dark.
Back on the road. Short rest in Henrietta last night. Learned there is a "Bossier City discount" for nice people.
Came across a wild herd of wind turbines. My overly handsome husband says people in the know call them windmills. I digress.
So before we left I bought a bunch of these Roblox mystery cubes to entice my sweet petites (
) to be extra good for their meemaw while we're gone. The catch- they can each open one at the end of the day after all homework has been done, etc. So far, so good.

Bae is feeling better. Leaving Santa Fe and heading north. Stopped by Camel Rock because... Camel rock. And gas station coffee.
Stopped to have a look see at the Rio Grande River. Annnnd that a prescription bottle of maggots. Don't knock it until you try it.
Heading north to Pueblo. It's so quiet and lovely here. Anyone need some sage? I know a guy. Also-good for you Brian. Good for you.
Fort Garland. There is a dispensary. All I get is coffee and a Big Hunk. Life just isn't fair sometimes.
Coffee break at the Loaf N Jug. And the dude didn't charge us for the coffee. I knew my shining cuteness would come in handy.
Bae said I could drive the car once we got to the straightaway. I don't think it exists. I've been had.
I'm not sure if this is a thing anywhere else, but where I'm from you throw up your hand or a single finger at oncoming cars as a greeting. I sincerely hope they don't think I'm flipping them the bird.
That's a herd of lamas. Did I feel an instant need to hop the fence and pet all of them? Yes. Yes I did.