Thursday, July 30, 2009

Poor Amanda

Amanda had her first wrestling match with Jake late last night. She
went to let little Sophie out. Jake, terrified at the storm, came
charging in.


With a fearless heart, Amanda grabbed hold of his collar as he tried
to run by. He was wet, cold, and determined, but worst of all, he was
big, almost as big as petite Amanda. The two of them wrangled to a
draw.


John heard her screaming his name and went running to the rescue. He
gave her pointers on how to be more aggressive in dealing with Jake.


Speaking of wrestling, I'm in hand to hand combat with the past. My
quasquicentenniel research is almost done. The next round involves
verifying facts, a tedious task for sure. Digging up bones.