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Friday, January 22, 2010

Dreaming of Florida


Captains Log: Friday, January 21, 2010.

Arrived home after a 10 hour day of fleecing the masses to find everyone in pajamas, ready for bed.

No urination on fellow siblings had occurred, all knives, fire place pokers, and light sabers were stored away safely.

A few random cries, shouts, and "Dad, tell Trot to stop messing with my Avatar man!" were heard but quickly forgotten.

Lastly, at bedtime, Trot only got up 3 times and I only had to threaten a whipping once.

It ain't the Klingons demanding control of the Intergalactic World but it's close enough to the Final Frontier as I wanna get.

Have pitchers and catchers reported yet?

4 comments:

Tex said...

Dude....wake up, you're dreaming. Trot and Rakes have confiscated the sabers and using them on the neighbors dog

Ted D said...

You're probably right, Tex.

fla beck said...

Mi casa es su casa,Amigo! A sunny and beautiful 76 degrees right now! Come on down,Buddy! I'll heat up the hot tub for y'all!

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Ted D said...

Sounds great, Becky!