The Only Thing

Well, we wake up every morning and say, "Wow! We live here?" The views; the sights; the sounds; the people; the community. And we are so grateful to Jesus, for blessing us beyond our wildest. The kids love running down the hill, doing some artwork in the gazebo studio and having their own space again (as do we!). We love this place; we love our home! Now, the only thing we need is Brett Long. Why Brett Long, you ask? Well, it's funny you asked, but there's word on the street that in 2006 Mr. Long shot himself a real live deer (said with a southern accent of course) using a M-16 machine gun special edition golden rifle bazooka launcher (I guess he needed a large artillery piece to make up for lack of precision? Either way, not bad for a legally blind man with rheumatoid arthritis in his trigger finger). Anyway, we have too many deer here. And the deer poop on our perdy green lawn. So we need us a Brett Long to come take care of things for us, if you know what I mean. Yep, you guessed it; we need him to come be our pooper-scooper boy. Thanks Brett.