Yay! I'm going to Camp Sabra, in the Lake of the Ozarks. I've never been to sleep away camp before. Big Pain goes to Thunderbird in Bemidji MN, and Big Pain II and Mr. Tall go to
Timberlane in Wisconsin. I've always been the one who helped make "Welcome Home" banners for Big Pain. But this means I'll be off of my blog for 1 or 2 weeks. Ya got that?
Okay! Bye! (For one or two weeks!)
Showing posts with label Big Pain II. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Big Pain II. Show all posts
Aloha!
I'm going to London for my supposed-to-be-9-year-old-trip. I'm not even going to be 8 and a half.
Yay me.
Okay. I'll tell you what a 9-year-old-trip is.
When Girl Cousin (my oldest cousin) was little, she told Hold The Glass (my grandma) and Mr. Coffee (my grandpa) "You're always out of town. I want to go with you." Hold The Glass said "Oh, don't worry. We'll take you to Paris."
That was the start of the 9-year-old-trips.
The middle cousin, (hereafter known as Mr. Tall, because I say so,) went to Alaska.
Youngest cousin: (now Big Pain II) anyway: London.
Big Pain: San Fransisco.
I'm the last one. Okay! Drive careful! Bye!
Yay me.
Okay. I'll tell you what a 9-year-old-trip is.
When Girl Cousin (my oldest cousin) was little, she told Hold The Glass (my grandma) and Mr. Coffee (my grandpa) "You're always out of town. I want to go with you." Hold The Glass said "Oh, don't worry. We'll take you to Paris."
That was the start of the 9-year-old-trips.
The middle cousin, (hereafter known as Mr. Tall, because I say so,) went to Alaska.
Youngest cousin: (now Big Pain II) anyway: London.
Big Pain: San Fransisco.
I'm the last one. Okay! Drive careful! Bye!
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