I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world because they'd never expect it.
Update. Tonight Ezra ate one whole turnip, and one whole Dutch Cream potato. Henry didn't touch his turnip. However, Henry ate a liberal amount of Polish Sausage and a handful of oven baked potato chips.
By my calculations, and at this rate, Ezra shall surpass Henry in size and muscle mass in thirteen months, whereupon he will be the one burying the other in the sand at the beach.
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Is that a drool catcher he's wearing.
Jen is lovely as always.
Jen also seems to be asking him the same question But he looks in no mood to reveal what is on his mind...
This title is from Jack Handey’s Deep Thoughts, which amused me when I first read it.