He is home. I picked him up from the airport, we had lunch, and he is sitting at my house (really our house, come September 15th), resting, playing with the dog, and waiting for me to get there.
It was so great to see his sweet face at the airport. He is sick, his leg is so bruised, and his is really tired, but his trip was amazing. He will be posting on the blog today, so make sure that you keep up to date with that.
Boston had kidnapped him for a day or so, but I got him back, a bit dirty, and tired, but he is here, just the same. You are right, Tess, they are fiends.
Not A Poem
5 days ago
1 comments:
Haha! I love that you put that part about Boston people being fiends. (:
I'm glad hes back for you!
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