We take Barb out for breakfast at Perkins. Andy's a handful, probably because he's helped himself to a few cookies before we left. I order the breakfast burrito, forgetting how the first taste of this entree makes my taste buds inoperative. What is worse than not being able to taste my coffee? On the way to Cub Foods, we stop at home so I can relieve myself. The afternoon is lowkey. The weather is perfect for yard work, but I don't get anything accomplished. I need to be Daddy.
JoAnna and I spend the evening at Broydrick's new house, a very impressive edifice.
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