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An Ode



In honor of this guy's upcoming birthday, I have decided this whole blog post should be dedicated to him. He's a busy bee. So, let's take a look at a day in the life.


This is a real, pretty frequently seen treat - a tractor person in the wild! Note the beverage-guzzling. 


He may only be turning 42, but he's embracing his inner 82. We used to have problems with people driving a bit in our front yard. Now, we have a very official-looking DOT sign silently yelling at anyone who thinks twice. Next up, he'll be yelling at the residents in our neighboring graveyard to turn down their music.


Mike brought home the newest member of our household the other day.  Everyday we can be reminded about the collapse of the middle class and how millionaires and billionaires are ruining everything.



We all know you can't talk about Mike without talking about Geno. Here's Geno hiding in the curtains, like the cat-dog he is.


So if you see this guy floating down the river, or hanging around Lowes in the near future, be sure to wish him a happy turn around the sun. Our house wouldn't be the home it is without him. 





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