We took advantage of that rain and did a bunch of weed wacking we overlooked in the spring. That rain was also like a pill that eases the PTSD for a minute.
Sooooo ,Is that insect looking down in a celebration dance with the head of a foe/mate or is it a “what the fuck am I gonna do now my head is in my own hands “?
Edit : I know I am way to high to be locked in on that any longer .