We got Ezra a happy meal after he hurt his arm today. Hopefully, it's not broken, but he still can't use it and he says "that one hurts," every time he has to put it through a shirt. So happy meal medicine is good for it though, right? We never eat at McDonald's so this may be everywhere- but apparently momma fries and daddy fries got busy and had baby fries. That is the tiniest order of fries I've ever seen!
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Oh, BROTHER! Nothing like the feds regulating EVERY aspect of our lives! If we don't rise up and roar, we deserve what we get, which will be tyranny.
They've been that way here in Idaho for awhile, so I assume they're everywhere. Great to finally meet you!
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