So I married Moses. I don't say that because I'm religiously fixated in my marital brain. In fact, the concept is new to me. I learned this at my Uncle's house during my brother's farewell cookout. (Which, by the way, I'm planning a trip far away so I can have a barbeque too. Mom says to wait til the hype dies down.)
Him (Moses) and my brother (the star of the cookout) were throwing their air into floaties for the children's pool celebration (you know, farewell cookout and all).
My cousin (the first one) seeing Him slightly winded (airing up floatie #2) rallied Him "Come on, Moses!"
Perhaps this icon title is owed to all the hair on Him's face. Yet I am just thrilled with the news. I married Moses!
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