July 12, 2000 Third Day of Camp   Letter Two   1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11

What a couple of days this has been!

I forgot to tell you that I forgot to close the windows during the snow
storm, and all the snow came in and melted then froze. I had to call the
Galleria and have the Zamboni come over and surface the floors.

Well, a strong wind came in from the equator, and the temperature rose to
over a hundred and fifty degrees, so I just opened the door and let the
water run out. It really steamed up the driveway, and that was good
because it got rid of the oil stains.

The postman came back to look for the rest of his tongue, but it had been
fried on the hot concrete. He had it re-attached anyway, and it looks like
a bacon strip hanging out of his mouth. All the dogs are following him. I
swear I heard one bark "Bacon!"

Animal control came after Rexy because someone reported the missing people
in the neighborhood. Well, you know Rexy. We may have us a new truck if
their bosses don't miss them. We can take the cages off and use it for
camping.

Doggone internet isn't working, so mail is only going out in a trickle.
Can't view pages or anything, so I hope this trickles through to you. I'll
be baking again tonight! My old friends, Chef Boyardee and the Pillsbury
Doughboy were busy, so I'll have to do everything from scratch, and will get
it out tomorrow.

Your new poster should be here tomorrow, too. Tonight is the night I hit
the lotto, so think of things to buy.

I guess you can see that more goes on while you are away than you ever
thought. One thing remains the same, though.

I love you and I miss you!

Dad Duh

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