Jack is no longer Jacked. Yay.
So here's the thing; I'd like to consider myself a responsible person, at least somewhat. I did find a godfather for jack, who brought him back to life, not once, but twice.. and then it was winter, and I left Jack in the snow, and I forgot all about him.
It was warm, really warm. Its that cruel Utah air that turns the world pleasant for a few days before dumping an April snow. Those pseudo spring days make the roommate suggest crazy things like rock climbing and tanning. And I should be responsible, so I don't go to class, and I forget about homework, and I rekindle a relationship with a long lost friend. Responsible.
That day I washed him, and took him to his 'check up'.... and also got checked out myself I'll have you know. It's like those Jiffy Lube guys haven't seen a girl in nine years (and probably haven't washed their greasy grimmy hands in that long either.) Then I filled out his birth certificate paperwork and Jack became a legal citizen.
We've been cruising provo together, creating new memories and bonding like we never have before.
We've been cruising provo together, creating new memories and bonding like we never have before.
I'm such a good mom.
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