Day 3: Note from the Battlefront

SHHHHHHHH - I'm hiding. Need help. Short Ones have taken over the household. I fear I cannot remain hidden much longer. Weak from exhaustion, I've taken refuge under a large pile of laundry as I do not believe they will come near it. The male continues to eat everything he can get his hands on and appears to grow two inches every night. The female is a wiley one and carries a pirate sword. I am very, very afraid of her. Should I not survive, tell El Hubbo I love him and that I fought valiantly.

Much love, West Texas Mama

P.S. I bequeath my coupon binder to my sister.

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