Nana and Mickie called this morning. There's an opportunity for Mickie to take swimming lessons (which we've all wanted her to do) next week
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Nana called - Mickie is headed to Watonga tomorrow morning courtesy of Papa Jack! (He thought out loud about coming around on his motorcycle... he's so full of it
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So I'm in the tub, soaking my sore muscles (which are still muttering at me, but not too loudly), and Amanda-Cat stands at the door: "Pprow? Mrr? Prrt?" (Loose translation: "I heard running water! Are you okay
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Mickie has been safely dropped off in Watonga. No unfair speeding tickets, no terrible accident, just a large number of Jehovah's Witnesses just outside the city limits
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