Buckwheat and I were on Skype this morning with Heather talking story, she talk, we listen, humm, that's not unusual, this women's life is full of drama, where God is constantly having to rescue them, most often, at the last minute. I'm starting to think that God is forced to work harder with the Shulgins because of their ineptness, because apparently covering all the Shulgin bases means...two bases, instead of the four the rest of us would cover for ANY EVENT or ACTIVITY.
In the middle of our one-sided conversation with "the talker," the Vander Veen children ran in the room yelling, MOUSE, we caught a mouse, he's in the trap downstairs, come down and look at him Grandma and Grandpa, so Buckwheat had to man the Heather teleprompter while I ran downstairs to behold the rodent, what I saw was Holland jumping up and down near the mouse (alive in a glue trap) jumping up and down on the floor next to the trapped Mickey, her jumping up and down was causing the floor earthquake that kept the startled mouse jumping after each aftershock, Holland had the most joyful, gleeful, mischievous look on her face. Too funny, she takes after her bird kicking Aunt Julie.
Raining today, this is a set up for Hawaii where the weather will be 85 every day for two months, ahh, Hawaii.
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