Ever sneezed with a mouthful of toothpaste? The tree mold count in Denver must be high, because I'm dying, and not from the minty freshness dribbling out of my nose.
Billy Bob and I made it home safe, to a joyous reception from the D-a-W. I'm plumb wore out though, and we have visitors coming to stay for a few days, so posting will continue to be spotty, as if anyone could tell.
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