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A Bundle of Myrrh

"My beloved is unto me as a bundle of myrrh." Song of Solomon 1:13

Archive for the ‘Phil’ Category

>Fishing.

Friday, January 18th, 2008

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Ice fishing is totally fun, if you’re into losing fingers, toes and your tiny little ice fishing pole. Kay Schwedhelm took Phil out to Summit Lake for the experience. They caught a few bass but had to throw them back.
Phil assured me he wouldn’t fall in since the ice on the lake is up to a foot thick. He wants to take me out sometime. I’m going to pass though.

This is Kay.

>Brewing.

Thursday, December 20th, 2007

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Phil’s at it again. He set up his little brewery in the garage to keep a warm. He tries to get me to sit with him by telling me it’s a cozy 50 degrees out there. I stay in the house and decide I’ll sit with him when he’s finished, inside, and drink what he’s brewed in our 50 degree garage.

Please note the crazed look in his eyes. It’s not from the propane, but the Nutty Bar he’s stuffing his face with. It’s a sickness, he can’t just eat one of these, one pack that is, it must be 3, or 4 if I don’t see him sneak off with another. I fear I’ll loose him forever to little chocolate covered peanut butter wafers.