We officially have a contract on the house.
Let the games begin.
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Yea!!!! Thank God! THings are picking up!
Hee haw!!! Jester’s dead!
**That’s geek talk for “That obsticle has now been cleared.”
Thanks Kandy.
And here I thought I was a huge geek, David, but I didn’t even get the reference. If it is a reference. Or did the voices in your head tell you what to say?
Dude, Top Gun. Hello!?!
You know? Shirtless figtherpilots, playing volleyball to Kenny Loggins “Playin’ with the Boys”.
So proud that you are following God’s will.
But sad that you are moving away.
Are you still planning on taking my grandsons with you?
I guess I have to turn in my man card now.
Your wife doesn’t have your already? Man, I must be a big wimp.
It sits on the mantle where I can see it. I think it’s just there so I don’t freak out. I’m not allowed to touch it.