In spite of being king of the grouches from the Steroids
he's on, Kean did quite well at his therapy school today.
I won't go into the gory details of the other big issue we've
been dealing with-- let's just say double doses of Miralax
finally kicked in and the damn has burst.
If you can't figure that one out, trust me, you don't really want to know.
Meanwhile, Byron and I sneaked out of the house for a few
this evening to go hear my Aunt and Uncle talk about their
experiences while living in Russia.
My Uncle Larry worked as one of the lawyers for our
church overseeing church affairs in Eastern Europe. He and my Aunt Marianne
told stories, showed pictures and shared with us insights about
politics, Russian culture and of course, that crazy Putin.
Uncle Larry also played for us "a saw"... the same saw
he would play tunes on at various Russian orphanages they visited.
Pretty cool stuff.
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