Math and Pecan Pie

I did some math this week. 

Pecans Tree + Fall = Free Pecans!

I was under-prepared and had to use my can opener to crack them open.

Then I wikihow'd harvesting pecans, like any normal person would do, and stopped the frustrating process of trying to shell them.

'Parently you gotta wait for that.

We went camping this week in North Georgia. Can YOU spot the Vizsla in the road? Yeah, I typically couldn't either. I reverted to asking him to avoid the red colored mushrooms on the side of the road, and called it good. For the record, he paid attention when I told him. I consider that warned.

Husband was doing some Young Men's Spelunking stuff, so Ryker and I went hiking for 3.5 hours. The scenery is partially redemptive.

You can't hate ANYTHING in greenery like that, even if it IS humid and your hair is fro.

Picturesque, no?

 Ryker is helping me write my book, as you can see. I was sitting just in front him. He wormed his way there, then rested his head on my laptop.

I think he was trying to tell me something.


Then again, he worms his way into everything, as you can see below.

And, he's leggy. We can't take him walking where we used too, because it's deer season. Tell me he doesn't look like a deer? We get it all the time.