Dear Diary,

Talon forced me to go geocaching today. Normally, I'm all for it but my monthly gift came early and I was NOT in the mood. I tried to tell him but he just brushed it off and told me, "The fresh air would do me good," as if I'm a ball of dough that needs to proof. I swear I almost popped him on the nose. The only thing stopping me was Tucker. He's too innocent to see that side of me. 

Isn't he adorable?!

I think Talon knew I was mad because on the way there he stopped and bought me a chocolate bar. Of course, he also bought a couple packs of Peeps so I'm not sure if he was being completely altruistic but I'll give it to him anyway.

This is where we found the cache.

Pretty cool, right? We must have passed that tree a hundred times before I spotted it. Talon kept insisting it was in another area but after half an hour of not finding anything I gave up and sat on a stump. That's when I realized we were looking in the wrong place. He had been reading the map wrong. Pissed him off so much. Lol. 

He ranted for a good ten minutes before I stuffed a Peep in his mouth. He calmed down pretty quick after that.  

Just call me the Talon Tamer. 

Always,

Keeley