Thursday, December 4, 2008

Poor Jack

It's me, Jack. If I look sad, it's because I am.



I cut my leg again last night. I had been playing in the backyard with Scout. We have an imaginary race track out there. We were running and running and running. Mama said that Daddy was home and I ran into the garage and slid and fell. I got up and immediately ran through the house and did laps in the living room. I then stopped and cried. Mama and Daddy immediately looked at me and saw that my leg was bloody. I left a trail of blood throughout the house. Mama and Daddy took care of me, but my leg hurts today. Mama even served me my breakfast in bed this morning. How long do you think she will continue to baby me?

We Are No Longer RVers

Our motorhome has new owners. They took ownership of it today.  They are probably reading through all the manuals and trying out all the...