I’m a bit late on today’s post, but I have a good excuse. So good, in fact, I’m going to keep this short.
A monster has invaded our house. I don’t know what his name is, but he is evil. He takes his scaly hands, reaches into your belly and stirs everything up until it goes out the way it came in. When it’s empty? Dry heaving.
See what I mean? EVIL.
So far, he has set his sights on Kenton and I, but I’m sure Jason is next. Which would be terrible because he’s in the midst of painting the living and dining rooms. Oops, I mean it would be terrible because the evil monster stomach devil is terrible.
Later. I need to refresh my ginger ale.