samantha, max, and george came in from outside. they smelled like winter and were rosy and excited.
"george invented a headache machine", samantha announced. "and it works!"
max nodded. "it does!", he assured me.
"you have to pull this trigger thing and then you 'woah' fall forward and your face hits the arbor."
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WOW! What I have been missing.... I already have missed you guys so much, but now seeing and hearing it (by the way, I soooo miss my copy of Abba, Father!--thanks for using my favorite song from it on your site!) Actually, reading your comments does indeed help; the momentary sadness/melancholy is over run by a tremendous love and pride in my sister and her husband and their wonderful family! Save some pecan pie and potatoes for me when I get home!
indeed! i will make pecan pie from scratch just for you! (the one on the thanksgiving post might have looked good, but i must tell you it tasted like the freezer).
we are all so proud of you. we await your safe return. can you skype now?
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