Hey y'all -
Montana has been rough on your grandfather. He seems to have strained his shoulder pushing Laney in the swing. Instead of casting aspersions on his manliness, I just handed him a baggie full of ibuprofen and thanked him for his service. There remains a cash reward on the table for any man, woman or beast who can teach Laney to swing all by herself.
Adding rodent insult to shoulder injury, he woke up in the guest house last night to discover a squirrel wanted to be his roommate. When a staring contest didn't scare it away, Philip hopped out of bed to shoo it out. Unfortunately, he'd forgotten that he'd propped open the metal window and banged his head into the window frame. There's a squirrel out there somewhere, telling the story to his furry friends in a squirrel bar. When I find it, I will shoot it with my BB gun.
Your dad and I have been joking for years that Montana's tourism board should use the slogan, "Montana: You'll Leave Sore." We would just need to add to Philip's T-shirt, "...With A Big Gash In Your Head."
Other than the physical maladies and 7pm bedtime, I think Philip has enjoyed himself in Montana. Today, in the yard:
Love,
Mom
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