I embark tomorrow morning for the great (not yet) white north land.
My hopes are high, mostly because north = reunion with Marge, whom I love immensely.
I am armed with music in my pocket from a sweet boy, a homemade map and a tank full of gas.
Also I learned to sing Jingle Bells in German today. It''s good to remember the languages you learn.
My hopes are high, mostly because north = reunion with Marge, whom I love immensely.
I am armed with music in my pocket from a sweet boy, a homemade map and a tank full of gas.
Also I learned to sing Jingle Bells in German today. It''s good to remember the languages you learn.
I will conquer the prairie in the morning.
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