We are from Hell....

Today, Max and I went for a ride.... It was the last indian summer weekend of the year Mom said. It was a long drive and our slaves didn't quite know how to find the town they were looking for. A place called Hell, Michigan.

When we got there, they had haystacks to pee on, a golf course called Gulf and lots of people on loud bikes wanting to pet your royal highness, myself. When Daddy insisted on taking my picture with this cutout, I'm not sure why. Mom said you guys will empathize. Max conquered the Great
Pumpkin and posed with it.