|The "Boy Scout"|
Tried to start a beach bonfire and failed.
A Swiss Army knife doesn't mean you get a badge.
Especially when you cut yourself with it and your mom
has to take it away.
A little background for the next biography. When we showed up to my Uncle Greg's abode we were promptly given crayons and a blank paper turkey place mat. Thus...
Second place? I tied for second place with my sister? I'm 28 years old?
All in all it was a stellar trip. It started with a ten minute security line due to the fact that my mother called in ahead of time and requested a wheel chair.
|Holy shat?! |
That carpet is hideous. Little planes in holding patterns?
Looks like an air traffic controller's nightmare.
|What in the devil?!|
She's standing. It's a Thanksgiving miracle!!!
I will now bring this memoir to an end. By fulfilling the most important request. I will mention my Uncle David (still can't for the life of me remember what you actually wanted me to say...maybe it was the wine.) So, hello and I love you.
Katie E. Eshelman