Saltines, the orange bucket, blanket and pillow on the couch...it must be serious! Papa couldn't quite hang with the rest of us, so he feigned an illness to get to stay home and watch a movie instead of go to another visit. I am pretty sure I have all the war wounds memorized now from Dad...let's see it started out with a knee boo-boo, something about playing soccer with the kids. Then there was the drill in the hand incident...that was just gross. Then there was the "I think it was your salsa..." incident. It involved many trips to the bathroom. Let's just say we have a reached a new level in our relationship as I helped to contain whatever illness he picked up and scrubbed away some splatter in the bathroom! 'Nuf said! I think he is trying to come up with some good sermon illustrations...so I thought I should blog it so he won't forget all his boo-boos and the rough time he had here in Iraq! You know I love you Dad!
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