Kathe and I went to the Mongolian Grill last night, a rare enough outing for us to be worth mentioning. We had a coupon, made sure the tip was calculated according to the full price rather than the discounted, ate lots of noodles and veggies and meat, and had a good time.
When we got home, we found that our son Walden had come by and left us some of his latest batch of fudge. It was good.
The fudge was wrapped in aluminum foil marked NOM NOMS, so I sent him a text saying, "Thx 4 da noms kthxbaignite." He replied, "Youve been spending too much time in the tubes."
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "hes probly rite u kno"\\
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