2005-07-13 - 2:28 p.m.

Oh yes. A kayak she desperately wanted in key lime. But I had to explain to her that they didn't come in key lime. So she wanted it in key lime instead. Steak? We don't have enough money for steak. Steak? And she wonders where I get the one-track freakishness from. She didn't get the red/white/blue one above, but a purple/green/white one. But anyway. Dustin helped me lug/tie the damn thing to my JEEP. Which I should have known was a mistake from the start. I mean, we're talking about Dustin here. If something accidentally catches fire at the Diamond Mines, chances are, the Navy's future hero had his hands involved somehow. Anyway. That fucking kayak was on top of the Jeep for a few days before I could drive it to Sanbornton. A day that saw Peter, Titie, and I going to help Don install a canopy on the back deck. Well, ok - Titie mostly ate and drank with my Mom as they watched us. And by "us" I mean, Jess's husband Corey, Peter, Me, and C.orey Joyal. You know, the old gang. So yeah, this mini-entry is totally devoted to "sausage". And if you don't get that . . . well, it's probably for the best . . .

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