Nothing too exciting happened in the past couple of months. Preston did get me a puppy while I was in San Antonio. He's a little Yorkie, and we named him Bear. He's the sweetest, non-yappy little dog I've ever known. Even though I said, "No dog...EVER!", I'm glad Preston didn't listen to me this time.
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Here's a picture of some kids in my backyard tree. Their father is also in this tree...somewhere...much, much higher up.
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We've decided to grow our first garden, and no, I'm not growing any drugs. We're planning on having tomatoes, a variety of herbs (and no, none are drugs), sweet peas, squash, and cucumbers.