On Saturday we looked at houses with a realtor.
We parked our mobile at a public location, and when we returned
it was gone.
It had been frogged towed.
...twohundredsixtythree bucks later she was free...
They must make lots of money.
The towing sign was approximately the size of a postage stamp.
On Saturday I ran many miles.
It was bitter and cold.
And fun.
And fun.
On Saturday we made delicious gingerbread houses.
On Sunday we went to church.
On Sunday I helped my pirates eat all the good candy from the gingerbread houses,
leaving only the pieces Santa would want.
If he existed.
If he existed.
On Sunday Squísh bit Robs on the stomach while we were listening to Christmas music,
left a bite mark, and made her cry.
Two seconds later, she made a face from outerspace which made Robs laugh.
I think she might be a jokester,
but only time will tell.
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