Well, El Hubbo is gone again, and of course there is too much to do, not enough time to do it, and no one to help. I seem to be caught on a treadmill set to too high a speed on an incline. I race here and there, when I am home, I run about the house trying (and failing) to pick up, clean up, etc. In addition to work and church, we have to squeeze in Spanish lessons (Jake), boy scouts, and the occasional workout (which I am trying to make non-optional since I really would like to live to see these kids pay for everything they do to me). To top it off, I got to add a trip to the vet today. While many of you probably think we utilize a vet for our offspring, you would be wrong. (Granted, my experience working for a vet, and El Hubbo's experience doctoring hogs and other barnyard animals does make us a little more willing to try home remedies for general ailments, aches, and pains.) No, this trip was indeed for the four-legged livestock living in our home. You have heard of th
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