That boy never quits cracking me up. Last night during the last quarter of his soccer game, his coach told him it was his turn to play. He politely declined because his wegs were too tired. You couldn't beat one of his older brothers off the field. Today when we ran to the store, he begged me for canned ravioli (which I've never bought) because Chef Boyardee is his "favorite cooker." Thanks a lot, kid. Glad to know you think some old man you've never met cooks better than me.
What kind of weirdo wants a dog themed party anyway?
When he first woke up Saturday morning and saw his presents, he just sat at the fireplace staring at them. No moving. Just staring. And smiling.
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Boy, Fat Sugar sure has slimmed down! Give him kisses from me and tell him I'll see him (and you) in a mere three weeks!
There's not much fat on that sugar anymore!
Can't wait til our "fun run." I think it's so wrong when they call it that. Fun for who? Those watching us run? Because it's not so fun during.
I will put a box of twinkies on my tailgate and stay just ahead of both of you.
I predict record times.
...says the boy who used to eat cheeseburgers for breakfast.
Lonnie, you suck. Thanks for the motivation!
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