But it doesn’t last long:) We apparently still have a no napping policy on planes.

It’s was cooooooold in Manhattan, Montana, and far from any cityscape. But we simply had to meet the 52 horses and mules that the ranch was taking care of over the winter. To combat the windchill as we rode up the mountain, Meryl got a spa towel wrap:)

We couldn’t miss the chance to meet one of the mules to place a face to the name for all of Xanna’s stories about her childhood pet, Jenny, the burro.

When on vacation, sugar!

Meryl has new boots! She lapped the house in them about five times, adamant that they not be taken off. So, we took them outside for a spin. 

I attempted a bang trim today. Definitely not my hidden talent. 

And this bottomless pit had dinner with the ‘scene.’ 

Nature vs. nurture? Either way, a love for accessorizing runs deep.