At Least The Mudhouse Is Not The Doghouse

Once again, I find myself sitting in the Mudhouse (Springfield’s coolest coffee shop) typing away on a laptop (borrowed, this time, from Stefanie Chappell–future Chi Alpha missionary to the Washington, D.C. area).

Once again, I find myself sitting in the Mudhouse (Springfield’s coolest coffee shop) typing away on a laptop (borrowed, this time, from Stefanie Chappell–future Chi Alpha missionary to the Washington, D.C. area).

I’m sitting here with Paula, Joe Zickafoose, Sarah Herman, Stefanie Chappell, and Noble Bowman, and Stefanie is urging me to blog something personal. To, in her words, “let out my deep feelings.”

Hmmm…

I am deeply happy to visit Springfield, and I am deeply happy not to live here anymore. Satisfied, Stef?

By the way, if you live in Springfield and Paula and I haven’t gotten together with you yet, call us soon–we’re leaving Friday morning!

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