Saturday, August 30, 2008
We were sitting on the back porch yesterday, enjoying a calm afternoon, having a conversation with my parents...discussing hurricanes I am sure. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, Brad slaps at his leg and says loudly, "there you go mosquitoe...now you have chondrosarcoma! how do you like that!" He really is a strange man.
Posted by Jenny Wims Sullivan at 2:28 PM