as i reflect on my day there is only one story that comes to mind, and this is how i imagined it went. i was going through the hotel resort like thing my parents had decided to stay at when they came to visit me, in Branson, remember the key word here, Branson. So I don't really know where this place was, but I'm thinking it was make believe and doesn't really exist. (Please pray that this is true) Anyway, before I digress and loss interest in the story, we were staying at this place and it was run by a Chinese family. So we went to eat, keep in mind it was on the beach of Table Rock Lake in Branson, in the restaurant in the resort place. Well, they had all you can eat shrimp cocktail, like a Mexican restaurant has chips and salsa. I ate a lot. It made me sick. Then I woke up and threw up a lot. After this I went to the dining hall only to have tacos for dinner.
for those of you wondering....I don't plan on creating a profile. So don't ask
and for the record....Grant indeed does not poop in the bed. I sleep beside him, well, not beside him but on the same side of the room. it's fun, we like to yell at grease.
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