It's Gramsci. If I'd taken a photo from the other side of the back seat, it would have been Moth. Moth slept all the way to Winslow; Grammy yelled in a ear-piercing way until around Victorville, and then also decided that sleep was a better option. Now they're jumping on all the furniture in La Posada, and will doubtless continue doing so until around 4 a.m.
Oh my brother, Gramsci, screaming gets you no where in this world... So glad to know you were able to stretch your legs in the Tom Ford room!
ReplyDeleteScreaming might get you kibble, WG. It's worth trying.
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