I can't wait for last call... I got my first call today. My first call from Yago "downrange." All I can say is it's going to be a long 6 months.
Yago left a dog tag for Sammy and I bought him a chain the other day so he's been wearing his dad's dog tag around his neck. It's cute.
Anyway, I'm busy ruining dinner. I was going to grill some jerked pork tenderloin but we ran out of gas and now I'm baking it. It won't taste as good...
Jake is hollering so I better go tend...
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So what are you trying to say? That when I leave the house, so does all the gas? I'll have you know that my house was absent of hot air until you arrived.
I was making up all that stuff on the phone.
Love you
I am really sick of pork....I have been buying it a lot lately and I have 3 pork chops thawed in the fridge and they won't stop staring at me when I look in the fridge....
In other, more sane news, I think Yago should start blogging again now that he is downrange.
Agreed, Mickity!
And yes, Yago. You did take the gas with you.
(hot air = happiness in Yago's heart)
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