I could also be tired from our camping trip to Bremen this weekend. Nothing like being around wild animals. Of course we live with them, too, but Erin and Griffin seem to rise to the occasion when we're away from home.
Speaking of rising, I can't make bread. Just thought you'd want to know that. Ask Steph.
Collin is planning on playing alto sax in the school band this year. A big thanks goes out to Matt, who actually owns one. Seriously, is there anything you don't have? An ancient Potowatomi arrowhead? Ticket stubs to Skynard? A booze-soaked original Hemingway manuscript?
I have my fantasy football draft this weekend. Any pointers?
5 comments:
Yes, don't play fantasy draft football.
Keep repeating to self "I Love my job I Love my job". yes, I capitalized the L's for emphasis.
Oh yeah, in my fanatasies, there is no football. That just proves you are such a guy,.... Fantasy Football?!
He can't bake bread... unless it's banana bread.... and sometimes that's a no-go if he forgets about it....
Have you dropped off the face of blog world?
I miss how up beat your words are! Write Darn You Write!
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