At the Arby's drive-thru last night, Dennis was dismayed to learn that they were out of chicken strips. When we pulled up to the window, he told the cashier "there are lots of chickens that live in our driveway! You can come get some--Mom, tell her our address!". Then he loudly relayed my phone number and told her to call us and she could come get some so they wouldn't be out of chicken strips any more. They had a nice laugh over his marketing of our neighbor chickens.
We heard from his daddy today, and it seems all is going well on the Belize trip. And Dennis and I are still plugging our way through a busy week!
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