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Saturday, August 15, 2009
Ok, first, I got my new Husky season tickets. OOOOOOO! My seats are still first row, upper deck, south stands, but they've moved over 14 seats into the next section. That's 8-10 yards, moving me from the goal line to near the 10 yard line. Sweet!! That's the second-best move I've ever made, losing only to moving from the 53rd row of the upper deck to the 2nd row. (That was the year I wrote a begging-for-mercy letter to the ticket office) We went camping last weekend to Dungeness, out on the peninsula. The kids were nervous about going on the ferry, but once they were on it they loved it, Harry now says he wants to own a ferry when he grows up. The Harry Ferry. We went to the Olympic Game Farm when we were there. It's a drive-through zoo where you can feed most of the animals brown bread from the windows of the car. The kids loved it, it was lots of fun. We were warned not to stop in the bison section, the male bison were in a froth over the females and people were suffering vehicle damage. We didn't mean to stop, but one blocked the road, and then proceeded to decide my truck made the best scratching post ever. I was sure the bug deflector on the hood was doomed, but it survived OK. My severe bison damage consisted of a few scratches in the quarter panel and lots of bison slobber. I'd recommend it to anyone going to Sequim or Port Angeles, very fun. Bring at least 2 loaves of brown bread, or buy them there. While packing up, B told me that she was done with one of our bins. I argued we still needed to put stuff in it, but she had me load all 3 bins of cooking stuff into the truck. Five minutes later, she needed the bins again. In a sing-song voice I sang "I am right and you were wrong.... This is not howtokeepmymarriagehappy" She'd started to glare at the first line, but then cracked up when I finished it. Heh. Love you B! |
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