Practicing
We spent Saturday in northern Indiana, while Mark and friends practiced for their gig on Labor Day. We slept on Wendell's water bed (my first time on a water bed) and the damn thing was heated. Well, hell, it was 100 degrees outside and 150 degrees on the water bed. I know how a freaking fried egg feels.
This is a photo of a frog at Uncle Wendell's pond. Zounds.
posted by Walker at 10:52 AM
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You should have told them you were conserving energy and to turn the heater off.
(we camped --- the train was so close by it would shake us out of our sleeping bags)
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