I know how I'm going to die.

Yep. I do.

It will involve a few things:

1). Me in camo cutoff shorts, sports bra, holding a water bottle.
2). The Great Plains
3). A pride of lions
4). My faith that they will understand that I just want to scratch behind their ears and hear them purr.


I think all these years of living with Kitten has made me immune to the great power of lions. I figure, if I can sleep next to her every night, lions are nothing.

And so I will feed a pride for a day or so.


(and you can tell what episodes of "Planet Earth" were on based on my Sunday blog posts)