My mom told me all my stuff has to stay in the garage for three weeks after I come home, so all the African bugs die before I bring it in the house.
She’s a funny lady.
She’s also loving offered, for my necessary travel purposes, the riding lawnmower she and dad might buy.
A real hilarious duo, my folks.
I begged my Daddy to throw me a bone and look into cars and cell phone plans, to ease some of my coming-home anxiety. I think he and my mom are actually starting to humor me a bit more. Praise the Lord. :)
It’s wild to think that in only a week, I’ll be home with them!
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