Woke Up Laughing. Hard.

I had the weirdest dream last night. It was so real and so rad. Dustin and I were surfing instructors on the Rogue River. We were teaching our family members to ride in one big, last wave for the day towards the coast of this huge zoo. The coasting toward land part was tricky so they all veered off and I did this totally wicked move where I jump off my board, skip across the shallow shore water and run onto land while my board slides up next to me. As everyone is cheering and congratulating me, my mom-in-law, says, "Hey, lets go get a cinnamon roll."
I must have made a sound that startled both Dustin and I out of sleep because I woke up with my head on my cat, Y'all, who was curled up like a warm cinnamon roll. I don't know when I've laughed that hard before but it took me a good 10 minutes to regain control.
Did I eat Peyote last night or was it the Brie cheese talking?

His Indian Name is Bear Lip

Any guesses why? Zoom in on that bottom lip, people. Ridiculous.

We took Curt to a new park where no duck poop has ever existed to be gobbled up by a certain bear lipped dog. You think he had never been outside before.

He ran us ragged and promptly passed out in the back of the car on the ride home.

I'll think we'll keep him.