Hung out with my old Branch President from my mission in Bulgaria (and chicho Egnew),
played in the ghetto pool,
played with cousins,
and hiked to the top of our favorite mountain without falling off the cliff or being killed by border crossers."
Seriously, how much more can a kid ask for? I guess they'll have a way better time when I'm off at girls camp for a week and dad works from home and they all get to hang out in their underwear all day long. No pictures of that forthcoming...I don't want you all getting jealous of my Ricky.
3 comments:
I can't believe you said "border crossovers." That pool's not ghetto! I want one. (Does that make me ghetto?)
Fun pictures.
I agree that pool is not ghetto and do you call Rick Ricky? It doesn't seem to fit to me. Maybe cuz I think of Ricky Ricardo when I hear it.
That pool is not ghetto! That is AWESOME! Looks like a super fun summer to me! :)
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