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We stare at the TV until the Spider-Man, Snoopy, and Superman balloons appear. Then we go out looking for large game to kill. Mom's hoping she gets a moose this time like the one she wrestled to the ground last year. Eight point buck. At 71. Choose to invade us at your peril.
3 comments:
MOOSE!!!
Wow! Your mom sounds great! From all the Canadian men I have known and heard about from my hubby, we would fight to the last man! (and woman) We are a cranky bunch up here.
Mmmmmm, moose burgers.
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