I'm getting the sense that maybe my parents were sick of me being sick. At least I know I'm sick of it. It's the end of the month, I'm a year old now, and, just in time for Halloween, I have bronchitis.
I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay... But be warned. I run like a Lumberjack, drink like a horse, sweat like a pig, swim like a gorilla, spit like a camel, and swear like a sailor. I'm also a full-time #housespouse that creates videos and writes articles.
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