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Waverly and JR at SNAFU.  They were particularly on form that night.


PARENTS' house.  When we were in Nebraska, I didn't leave my toothbrush at Kyle's house... when we were in Philadelphia, I didn't leave my flannel pants at Shane's place... but EVERY TIME we stop at my parents' house, I leave the world behind.

The world consisting, this time around, of my toothbrush and my flannel pants.

I know my Dad, at least, reads the Journal pretty regularly - so Dad, this is a message for you:  I SWEAR I don't screw up like this ALL the time.


I know Tyler reads the Journal at least semi-regularly - so Tyler, I swear we don't screw up like that ALL the time.


March 4th, 2004.
Yesterday was nearly the perfect day.  The only thing that could have made it better would have been if someone had come up to me and said "And TODAY your sushi shall be FREE!!!"

Alas, it was not to be.

Now, to retell - how did it all begin?  We stayed at Sharif and Brian's place, and enjoyed the 8.30am awakening of everyone but US going to work. There's something beautiful about that - especially when you're on the fold out bed in the Living room - everyone comes in, and yes - they wake you up, but you get to watch them, sleepily, as they gather their stuff, force down some breakfast, set their grimaces in place, and move out to face the day.   And then WE went back to sleep.

But at noon - we went out to face the llamas...

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