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Thursday, April 30, 2009 ‚ô•
Three weeks.

So yesterday was a Day 2. Which means I had Bob Bote. Ew. Ok so I was clearly

crippled but he still made me speed walk. Hello. What the hell? Whatever. I got over

it. During PE, Bri decided that she wanted to give me a piggy back ride down to the

softball field. She claimed that she was "in shape". Ok well, bad idea. She managed

to lift me 3/4 of the way and then her fingers were like dying on her. Then on the way

back form the softball field, Ellie decided that she was gonna give it a try to give me a

piggy back ride. Alright then. Yeah well Ellie didn't even last half the way. Her hands

gave up on her after like 10 ginormous steps. Anyway, here are some "moments" we

shared in PE yesterday.

@ 10:31 PM

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