a free night

and herself and I don't know what to do.

Feels like our life is about waiting right now. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

It's not fun when you are a kid, and it's not fun when you are an adult either.

We pass the time talking to each other with a Scottish accent.

She's not been well lately, and I spent a couple of hours in the dentists chair this morning. She says she might as well get ready for bed, and not in that come hither sense either. And I agree with her, my head is hurting, so I'm going to have a shower and go to bed.

Just an exciting night at the Friesens.

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