Dinner, laughter, and frisky teenagers

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John and Kaylee Krout brought us a bonzai tree as a house-warming gift, we shared prawns and mango spring rolls for a great dinner.  Janell laughed so hard her arm fell off,  Ben shot beer out of his nose (i know, right?!) and Amy gave everyone a mean look and walked off into her room to read through old utility bills.  And then the conversation turned to love languages, and it was conclusively determined that when dating,  a male's love language has nothing at all to do with physical affection,  he is simply a bit zealous in his carnal pursuits.  (horny)

Schwango!


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  1. Jim / Annie9/3/11, 4:33 PM

    Oh man...I wanted to be there when Kaylee & John were there! Hey we have some "mud" in a box if you could use it. Forgot to bring it along the other time. Love you all, Annie

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  2. Janell Downing9/3/11, 6:45 PM

    well, we should make that happen next time you guys are up! is the mud, say, for filling holes in walls? cause we'll take that!

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