C. says I’m a nut. He wants no part of it. He only helped me with it because he says he knows it will make me happy. He claims it was all part of my master plan to mold him into a quirky mid-westerner. He stood outside on the lawn, in the front yard — admiring the fine holiday display and yelled at the cars passing by….”YES! WE ARE DERRANGED!”
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Heh. I love it! If he thinks that is deranged just wait until he see’s lawns that have eggs hanging from trees at Easter time!
Just WAIT until XMas!