The day I was born

Still here? Great!

This week was filled with lots of adventures that I will not share because we are only here for the good stuff. Magdalena had planned an excellent birthday with Jimmy John’s, Oreos, and a wonderful trip to my local jewelry store for a casual nine-hour shift. Since Maggie’s been caught left footed, we have been finding new ways to help her get around. Just do not ask her to try to get in the cart at Walmart. She was not a fan…

We then made a star appearance at the local men’s league, where I am able to acquire my weekly three fouls, ten half fives, and four calls for a sub because I am old. This 27-year-old man, reeking of Icy Hot for his creaky bones, was making another run for men’s league glory, and we won. As a reward, a young Ricky gifted me a life-size lookalike of myself. This may be considered the single greatest NIL deal of all time. Goes to show that even mediocre effort can lead to oh sweet perks.

Later that week, we took a trip to Little Bear Bottoms to tackle Magdalena’s greatest nemesis, large fields of corn. As we began to traverse the labyrinth of America’s number one crop, we ran into a small shaman with the husks of our trials. This was Ian, a boy with lots of money from other countries, from Brigham City, who had decided to run back into the corn maze after his group had completed it because he did not want to go home. Ian, having the knowledge of where to go (as he willingly came into this insane maze again for fun), became our guide. We were not able to finish this maze last year, so we needed all the help we could get.

As we turned through a series of dead ends, I noticed how hard Magdalena was working. Her ability to go through this huge muddy maze on crutches would have been impossible for most, but not for her. She just kept trucking and never stopped. We continued on for thirty more minutes, not sure if we were going to make it or have to learn how to live off the land, when the uncle of our shaman caught up with us and helped him home. Shortly after, we were all able to work together to find the end.

So what is the moral of the story? Keep on hobbling on, take time to smell the corn, and always do your side quests because you never know when you will meet a shaman. 😬