Monday, June 1, 2009

my poor husband

I don't have a little time but I have to blog about this. This weekend we went with some friends to their grandparents ranch. Dallin helped put up a fence with Jordan. Becca, the baby and I, however, wouldn't leave the cabin out of fear of being ate alive. There were more mosquitoes then I could have ever imagined and I am from Florida. Well our men risked it to get the fence done and this is what Dallin came home with.
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That is just his arm, gross huh? He started to count them and ended up with over 120 on one arm. They also got his other arm, face and back (through two shirts). He said it was worth it though and we had a great time. Thanks for taking us Bodilys!!