For two whole weeks I don't have to cook real food...
or shave my legs....
or brush my teeth...
And I get the whole bed to myself.
I also pretend that my children are mini-robots and force them to pull weeds for 12 hours a day plus I've decided that I'm pretty good in goat-lingo. Nellie our goat is becoming well versed in literature arts, so I sit on a stump in the backyard and we discuss enlightening events while monitoring the progress of the robots...er I mean children on their weeds. So far they have pulled 1,855, 319 of them and only a trillion left to go. Needless to say, they have calculated down to the second how much time is left until dad comes home. 
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I wondered why the famine and no meat, not connecting it with Chad being gone. Now I get it. I'm sure it will change when he gets back! I'm glad he's getting to see something of Germany while he's there, and that you had pictures to post.
Way to look on the bright side of life.
We are looking forward to the broadway revue today!
You crack me up.
Love Chad
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