What's the deal with the blonde chick holding onto her purse for dear life? She trusts these people enough to engage in personal intimacy, but not enough not to worry about them rooting through her collection of tampons, napkins, and spare change?

I'll have to see if I can get any pictures of the deer I can't shoot ... (there's a herd of about 20 that wanders up nearly to the front porch at work). Some nights, I'm telling you, if I had a pickup instead of the wolf-mobile, it would be like "Bang" and that badboy would be in the bed under a tarp before you knew it.

She's protecting her address book with all her girlfriends in it.:D