Squishy Burrito? What?!? So, I was walking the streets of Denver with a good friend, and a boy (later to be known as Cster). I decide we should eat. "What do you feel like?" my good friend ask me. "A squishy burrito" answers Cster squishing my muscleless arm. Jump forward a few years. The good friend is now my sister-in-law and Cster and I enjoy the mountains walking to our mailbox with our 4 children Mster, Lster and Kster, and Nikster.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Literal Translation
I was at a friends house yesterday. Mster decided to play the piano. She wanted to turn the pages to the music book to get a new song but the book was old and I was worried that it would tear. I said: "Mster, we have to put these books away. You are just going to have to play songs out of your head." To which Mster started banging on the piano with her forehead. Oops.
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