Today’s trauma: Marc walking to bathroom banged his shin on the corner of the little table. Not wanting to panic 4 cats and a female, he rolled his eyes back in his head then rolled his body backward onto the bed uttering a low pathetic groan. Feet up in the air, he remarkably succeeded in panicking no cats, but did collapse the female into a fit of laughter.
Brekky for humans at the Boomeranf cafe, dinner last night at the Red Rock grill on Lake Hefner. Finally a salad after all the BBQ.
fighter jets around Tinker this morning.
Lots of wind, red flag warnings. Driver with our home goods will deliver first thing Thursday morning.
2 Kagans, 4 cats, 1,924 miles 
I can just imagine Marc silently writhing in pain. Sorry but I’m laughing so hard at the mental image if it all that tears are running down my face while I try to type this. Hahahaha
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Don’t let Marc’s hair get messed up in the wind
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