He did it!
My husband took the boy out of the house.
And not just any outside playtime, either.
He took him on a trip.
Where? Who cares? I might have to stop complaining about the fact that everything in Maine is at least half an hour away and often more like one hour. That means a two-hour travel time, not counting the time they spend wherever they're going.
Oh frabjous day!
And not just any outside playtime, either.
He took him on a trip.
Where? Who cares? I might have to stop complaining about the fact that everything in Maine is at least half an hour away and often more like one hour. That means a two-hour travel time, not counting the time they spend wherever they're going.
Oh frabjous day!
posted by Christa M. Miller at 10:30 AM
2 Comments:
Probably over to see his parents. As you say, who cares?! Have a blast! Dance naked on the tabletops! ;-) Hit the Wild Turkey!!
If this doesn't provide you with incentive to stay in Maine, I don't know what will. :D
Actually, I doubt they went there. Don't forget, the Psychotic Dog from Hades lives there....
(Note to other readers: we once owned PDfH, but he didn't take well to The Baby, so that's why he lives with the in-laws and has that unfortunate nickname.)
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