You Know You Live in a Small Town When...

One of the gophers we saw on Sunday. This little guy let us get up close for a picture...my husband joked this gopher must be on the "Gopher/Human Relations" Committee. "They know that if we think they're cute, we won't kill 'em," he said.

You guys are going to think I'm kidding when I tell you this, but I'm not. Often my husband and I will go out for lunch or dinner and then have the following conversation:

Me (or him): "What do you want to do now?"

Him (or me): "I don't know...go visit the gophers?"

There's some undeveloped land a couple miles from our house that's got a gopher colony...they're actually prairie dogs, but we call them gophers because the first time we saw them they were hanging out in a vacant lot next to a convenience store called "Go-pher Foods."

Anyway, an endless source of amusement for us is to drive by and check out what the prairie dogs are doing. We miss the big city, but have certainly found ways to entertain ourselves...

Small towns. Gotta love 'em...

XO