So, we came home from the wedding. Whew… were we ever tired—long day of hurry-scurry and then it was over, the reception was all set up, served and cleaned up and we looked forward to a rest. We’d had a whirlwind weekend with Timothy stopping in to spend the night and to leave while we were at the wedding.
We returned home and came in to see that Timothy had left notes on the counter before he headed back to Oregon to Mission’s/Bible school.
So on this sheet of paper I see an empty Top Ramen package with a note that read: See exhibit A: (and the words) Ramen package with opening. Then an arrow points to the portion of the package that was chewed. On a second sheet there was a note that read: see exhibit B and an arrow pointed to a circle drawn on the page. In the circle were tiny evidences that a mouse had been in the drawer. Ah yes. Boys.
The girls screamed and shrieked. The boys practically passed out from laughing.
Ah, the pleasures of living in an old-old farmhouse. And… O, the pleasures of boys.