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Weekend.

We're off this morning to go to Leavenworth.

We have some friends who own a vacation home there and who let us use it on Veteran's Day weekend each year.

It's such a beautiful, peaceful setting.

So we'll have a birthday party for S.

Play games.

Read.

Hike.

Watch movies.

Relax.

Rest.

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But before that I've got to finish packing and get my shower and take the dog to the kennel.

Asia is already there, since he was traveling this week near there and we couldn't see any sense in his coming home first just to drive all the way back... so I'm on my own. (Hate packing the car by myself... that's a man's job if ever there were one...)

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Had a weird dream last night about my brother and his wife coming to visit. And they wanted to meet our pastor, so they picked them up to take them out to eat lunch. And as they drove off, I noticed they were all crammed into the front seat of a Nissan Sentra. My pastor was straddling the stick shift. You know, like we did in high school when there weren't enough seats to go around? And the back seat? Totally empty. What could that be saying?

Weird.

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So, I'm off to get ready to go.
Happy weekend, friends.

Comments

  1. Marie12:57 PM

    tee hee-I am the car packer in our family. Bj was definately at the back of the line when they passed out car packing abilities!!

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  2. Talena1:24 PM

    That dream made me laugh. I think in my youth group days we crammed about 15 kids into a Rabbit. There wasn't a lot of room to breathe, but with the B.O., you didn't really want to, anyway. Good times.

    :-D

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