Fontaholics Anonymous? - Dripping Springs

I think that a certain someone we know might be in danger of becoming a Fontaholic.


In other news, I spent most of the night in a field out in quiet and lovely Dripping Springs. Fell asleep beside a campfire to the sounds of wild turkeys gobble-gobble-ing, crickets cricketing and javelinas javelinaing . Dreamt that an evil kung-fu master had captured me and was torturing me in a chinese watery way with the object of forcing me to reveal the location of a secret rebel base. Woke up to find that it was sprinking, then thundering, and then pouring down rain. I ran to the ranch house and spent the rest of the night a-slumbering on the floor. A great night. Makes me hanker for some camping.