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I must confess that some of the very first men were sold at a garage sale which if a great regret for me. However, there is still a box full upstairs with a few star wars men contaminating it.

I have heard stories of the "man's box". Isn't it great how we can warm our hearts with all these sweet memories while he is so far away? I was missing the updates and changes on the blog. I checked it several times a day wondering what was going on. I find it is therapy for me and probably for most of us that read it. You are entitled to those "funks". Just remember you have a lot of prayers for you and your little family. When you feel a "funk", let us know, we can double up on the prayers and send cookies and cheesecake. Love you

Are you KIDDING?!? He told me all about how much he loved his GI Joes and he assumed you gave them away at a garage sale! I KNOW he would love to see them again. He thought they were long gone...are you sure you still have them?

When J was a little boy, he used to play for hours with his GI Joe men. Now he is living it. They were kept in his "man's box" and are now put away so that the grandchildren can't lose them. Do you think he will ever want to see them again?

sweet relief! i'm so glad you were able to talk with J! in your case, his boredom is a wonderful thing :D

although, i gotta say, how can you spend the day walking around with a machine gun in your hand and say "i'm bored"? crazy

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