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MRFL made me help her clean out the boxes in the garage. Yuck, I'd rather mow the lawn (which I did, twice . . . Looks like an outfield). Alas I could not drag mowing out long enough.
Open a box . . . Amoung other things there is an old Green Beret from 25 years ago. An old Bancroft with the liner cut out. Still in a sealed zip-lock and still "pocket folded".
Gave it a little shake and a stretch and placed it on my head -- fit perfectly. I thought I heard it whisper, "let's go."
MRFL looks over at me and says, " oh just take that box inside and empty it out. You're not gonna be much help now."
Man oh man!!!
Last edited by Dozer523; 11-12-2012 at 05:16.
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