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December 28, 2006
The twelve heaves of Christmas...
Heaves. Barfs. Up-chucks. Vomits. Pukes… Whatever you want to call them, last week was not entirely a pleasant one.
The day was as normal as can be, but after shivering my way through Napoleon Dynomite (my brother and his wife had not yet seen it), I proceeded to heave the night away. The puking (among other things) was almost as unpleasant for the twelve others staying at my parents’ house as it was for me.
Our week in Southern California was a good one though. It was short and exhausting, but we sure enjoyed seeing our family. I even got to hang out with Dennis for a couple of hours (which is always good, but even now — back in Kansas City — I feel like I can just call him up to hang out or something).
Photos (and more) to come.
Posted at 10:29 am
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