

this morning, after a brief jog through dfw... and a long flight to dc (in the wrong seat, mind you. thanks to tsa's efficiency, a subscriber to "guns & ammo" magazine thought i was going to be a no-show, and stole my seat)... i landed in the nation's capital to a voicemail from little haley mae. and i quote "817. hi, 817 308, call me back. love you. call me back. thanks for painting my nails."
which served as a reminder that my nails are still painted, courtesy of nails by haley. (they were a hit at the office.)














It was dark when we got to Ouachita and Christmas lights wrapped the trunks of the trees as we drove on the road to our cabin. When we got out, tiki torches lit the walkway to the check-in office. We told Haley they knew we were coming and she thought it was all for her. Over and over she said, "oh i'm so excited! i'm just so excited!" To settle her down for the night she went for a motorcycle ride. For the next three days she was daddy's little buddy never leaving his side. They went for motorcycle and tube rides, watched Cinderella and took naps together. She was thrilled to be on "acashun!" (vacation)




