Some day I will tackle thee. Your melodious insults taunt me as I try to climb thee. Your delicious music books and wood paneling threaten to distract me from my goal. But I will summit thee. And you will respect me. Or whatever.
The Folks have taken me across state lines to visit people I've never met. Whatever. Its somewhat warmer down here and I'm fine with that. The grass is pricklier but its cool. Anyhoo, we went to the zoo this morning. Saw a penguin poop.
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