Bret and the boys came over to my Mom's for Pizza tonight. They made a fort out of my Mom's table. When I grew up I had a card table that I threw a blue blanket over. I would stay in there and play with my stuffed animals for hours. Inevitably I had to fold up the table, put away the blanket and animals and head to my class at Salem State.
Good times....
My Mom started to tell an inappropriate story about a former lover, but stopped when we reminded her the kids were listening
1 comment:
Bill, is playing with your stuffed animals code for something?
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