... and boy, are my arms tired.
Good trip, long hours. Brother Troy came down and we hung out. Threw a rated-G bachelor party for Neil, who is to be wed in a week or so.
The kids missed me, which is nice. For two or three days after every business trip, Kate makes me her personal servant. She wants nothing to do with Mom, and demands my every waking moment. It's fun, but unnerving how dictatorial she can be.
Good to be home.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
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You didn't call and I would have crashed the Nieliens Party.
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