Nate and I visited my parents in Charleston this weekend. My parents' dogs are obsessed with eating corn on the cob, so Nate wanted to go pick some corn. This picture would have been better if I had been willing to move my feet (I was finally in a position where Jump wasn't slobbering on me), get off the golf cart and risk getting dust all over my pedicured toes. The 100 degree heat wasn't helping either. Did I mention that I grew up on a farm? You would never know it.
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You really are mine! JBY
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