I sure would like to run away with this fella.
Just me and him and a tent. Lock our phones in the car. Leave the kids behind.
Him with his guitar and me with my stitching.
And maybe a bottle of Bones Fuzzy Navel (yeah I am a cheap date) and some steaks to grill over a fire.
Yes, I would like to runaway with this fella.
Someday, Someday…
You can always drop the kids by my house and get outa dodge…:)
so sweet!