I'm back from Idaho. A little hungover from all of the Pacific Northwest brews I drank, and hot dogs I ate, but it's good to be home. I came in first place in the Iron Dog hot dog eating contest, and have five extra pounds hanging from my belly to prove it.
I'll write more later, but now the devil green couch is calling my name for a nap. I didn't get much sleep on vacation - I was stuck sharing a room with the Old Man who snored like a freight train.
FLASH
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