Wednesday, July 13, 2011


A few days before Joel left for Vancouver, Bryce rubbed Joel's balding head and pondered some very deep thoughts.  He came to the conclusion that any mosquito that bit Joel must fly off and die shortly thereafter.  I laughed hysterically but came to my own conclusions concerning the matter.  I thought that after biting Joel, the mosquito would fly home in a weaving and dangerous manner, get violently ill, and swear that he would never touch the stuff again.  But now that Joel is gone, the mosquito population here at home has quadrupled and I am beginning to think that Bryce's conclusion was  the correct one.
Joel please come home quickly.  I miss you and I desperately need you here to control the mosquito population.

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