Yarrrr!
At one of the smaller seas we've sailed on our trans-continental voyage, we found ourselves with E-van-gelicals to both port and starboard. "Surrender to cap'n Jesus or yer a scalliwag!" They bellowed, aiming fifty cross-cannons at us. "Ye'll rot in the bilge for the rest of yer days, arrrr."
"Scurvy dogs, the lot o' ya!" we growled, putting them to stern with the wind full in our sails. "We'll not surrender while we've rum left or ocean ahead of us!" They rattled their sabers and cursed us for sea-dogs, but our ship (the Penske) proved herself the fastest in the waters, and we soon escaped to more civilized seas.
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Not sure what that was all about...talk like a pirate day???
Anyway, the foxes (if that is what they are) now number four for sure and possibly 6. They were playing on the lower deck this morning and two came around back to the stairs when Michael stomped on the deck to scare them. With them scurrying around it was hard to tell how many were actually there. They look more like foxes, red hair on their legs and more pointy noses. Cute, but still haven't seen Momma.
Alex, ordered power source for Eric, should be here by the end of the week or early next week.
Love, Mom
Translation please?
Um...I'm with the Moms. I have NO IDEA what you guys are talking about!!!
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