The night before last I had a dream that Phillip and I sold our house and bought a boat. We decided we’d live on a boat, debt free. We don’t know anything about boats or water or boating or fishing or any of that stuff. And Phillip thought I was crazy for wanting to live on a boat, but he went along with it anyway. It was crowded.
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Jenny
I write these posts.
Phillip
Jackson
Our 7 year old smarty pants who
has perfected the smirk
Here is a link to Jackson's blog.
He dictates, I type.
Micah a.k.a. “Mikey”
Our 3 year old menace with
the angelic face
