Me and him have a love/hate relationship.
The first thing he ever said to me when we first met in Ephraim was "Sam, why do you hate me?"
Those six words were the start of a glorious friendship.
The first thing he said to me last night was "You stink."
I had burned a quesadilla and smells attach themselves to me, so I smelt like burnt tortillas.
At least he's honest?
It was good catching up, and I'm glad he's on this side of the country, even if he tells me I stink.
Jeff will probably be mad at me because I put these up because really, there are not very good pictures, but
a) it's my blog,
b) I don't think he looks at my blog, and
c) he told me I stunk.