BON VOYAGE, HEROES

LOOK OUT, WOLVERINES!!!

It is 32.o degrees out and Patrick and Junior are asleep downstairs.

We went to the National Guard Armory and the Local High School Gym last night to participate in Going-away ceremonies for Delta Company, the local Unit that is being deployed to Iraq. One of the troopers is a good friend of Juniors. God Bless them and Guide Them and Bring them all back home to us safely.

On a more somber note, from Mark, via the inbox:

WHEN TO START CUSSING
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> A 6 year old and a 4 year old are upstairs in their bedroom.
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> "You know what?" says the 6 year old. "I think it's about time we
> started cussing."
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> The 4 year old nods his head in approval.
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> The 6 year old continues, "When we go downstairs for breakfast, I'm
> gonna say something with hell and you say something with ass."
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> The 4 year old agrees with enthusiasm.
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> When the mother walks into the kitchen and asks the 6 year old what he
> wants for breakfast, he replies, "Aw, hell, Mom, I guess I'll have
> some Cheerios."_ _WHACK! He flies out of his chair, tumbles across the
> kitchen floor, gets up, and runs upstairs crying his eyes out, with his
> mother in hot pursuit, slapping his rear with every step. His mom locks
> him in his room and shouts, "You can stay there until I let you out!"
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> She then comes back downstairs, looks at the 4 year old and asks with a
> stern voice, "And what do YOU want for breakfast, young man?"
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> "I don't know" he blubbers, "but you can bet your fat ass it won't be
> Cheerios!"

GO GATORS!!