Crunch time.
Crop's headed our way.
Crazy week ahead.
Let's do some random facts, k?
1. My husband's favorite band is KISS. You heard me. Twenty-seven year old African American man. His favorite band is KISS. He can quote facts, is literally a card-carrying KISS Army member, and you should just SEE the memorabilia.
2. If I went back to college today, I would major in World Religions and minor in African American studies. Weird, huh?
3. The first time I ever took my husband camping, a tornado came through and blew our tent into the lake beside the campground. That was funny.
4. The second time I ever took my husband camping, it was 49 degrees in the middle of July and we were in a canoe. And it rained. It rained so much that there was an inch and a half of water on the floor of our tent. We went home. That sucked.
5. I'm afraid it might be more about the chase, and less about the "attaining."
6. I wish I was a character in this book. Specifically, the title character.
7. On Thanksgiving, my dad came to pick Shelby up from my house. I took Zion upstairs under the premise of "taking a nap" because I didn't want to introduce them. It's been over a year since he's seen Zion, and I'm hugely bitter about it.
Seven's a good number.
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3 comments:
7 is a VERY good number.
a tornado took your tent?? that would put me in a crazy home it would probably scare me so bad.
I love your majors - very interesting subjects.
Oh my! I'm thinking you two shouldn't be camping anymore! Although after the tornado incident, there wouldn't have been a second story for me. :)
You know my affection for the number 7.
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