Be still, my beating heart...

   We haven't even left for Omaha & we've already spotted wildlife. In fact, he stared menacingly at me the whole way there. Please hunt him down if I don't return alive.

And hmm, what's this?

   Scott made homemade beef jerky for our trip: teriyaki flavor. And it is his finest yet! I had to have him take the bag away from me after several handfuls, lest I hurt myself. But the rest of the drive, I struggled with the urge to tear off my seatbelt and lunge into the back seat like a wild animal, fighting Scott off and reclaiming the bag. (Yes, it's THAT good.)