Firestone Hot Springs It's always bears!!

For a moment there Val bought her sham story and Dwin revelled in his shock and confusion. The joy was short-lived though, he did not joke back. Instead he went on telling about his own four-legged wards and with the each kid's name he called, his value in the marriage market sunk lower and lower. Here he had begun as a tall, dark, young and handsome stranger and 8 kids later he had turned into a balding middle-aged man with a food-belly, wearing oversized t-shirts and shorts, and socks in their sandals. She listened to him, staring incredulously all the time. You are incredibly boring... She thought to herself, ignoring the fact that she had asked him for the facts in the first place. 

"Well... the names are: I.Am.Messing.With.You. You and I are true troublemakers, Messing is an angel, Am is learning his first words and With is not much a talker, but we are sure he is plotting either world domination or its inevitable end," she explained with a shrug. "So are you a willing nanny or involuntarily involved?" she asked, this time not expecting much from him.