I like rocks. I always have. I still collect rocks as an adult. Don’t come for me. Or my rocks.
Since we started going back to Kinasao a couple of weeks ago, I’ve found a small handful of rocks shaped like hearts. And I’ve seen some cute artsy fartsy things to do with heart rocks, so I’ve started gathering some up in my own little camper stash.
This weekend, I found a particularly cool one. It looked like it had been worn down in a spot and some layers of the rock had come through. I thought it was super unique.
And then Brady ruins it and goes “Huh. That looks like a pressure sore.”
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On that note, the pressure sore Brady’s been working to heal for more than two months now is finally on the way out. Goodness those things are thankless!!
Happy rock hunting, all! 💜
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