About a week or so ago we started asking Lincoln if he would be attending the Homecoming Dance on Oct. 7 at 7 p.m. Nah, was always the answer. Until last night at 6:36 p.m. when he came upstairs and asked Carey (I was at a UAlbany soccer game) if he should take a shower before going to the dance. Well, didn't you shower after your cross-country race? Yes, but I didn't wash my hair. Then yes, you should wash your hair. 12 minutes later and this is what he looked like.
2.5 hours after that, Carey gets this series of texts. "we ate a chicken" is an instant classic. The reference is to a rotisserie chicken at the grocery store.
He was home about 10:45 p.m. after a wild night that ended with four young men eating cookies at Stewart's.
2.5 hours after that, Carey gets this series of texts. "we ate a chicken" is an instant classic. The reference is to a rotisserie chicken at the grocery store.
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