This is all wrong. December was supposed to find me sleeping in wagons filled with snow and blowing clouds through my beard, and instead my days have grown wet and dreary. I realize I must journey once again, back to the frenzied waters of my youth:
I am going to Florida.
browsing Gnome Life...found this which happens...be EXACTLY...
planned on posting a CERTAIN picture :/ but life doesn’t go as we plan, so i decided