The Fartsacking Q vs Hero Patriot

It was a brisk, cold morning as YHC was tucked into his bed, all comfy and cozy by the fartsack monster. The only two pax strong enough to overcome the siren song of the fatsack monster were Lassie and Pasqually. As go time approached and the scheduled Q no where to be seen a text conversation between the two pax, five feet apart separated by car doors, began.

I can imagine the conversation, containing many questions, such as Where is the Q?, What do you want to do? Where is everyone else? Is Banks Grill open?

Lassie and Pasqually held strong with disclaimer and mission statement given ITB style they were off to the track to get the blood pumping and shake off the cold.

Many laps were completed.

Lassie insisted on many bleacher snakes.

Pasqually quit counting the merkins as they reached double digits.

There were some WWI’s and LBC’s for Mary.

Announcments- Ruck at Noon, Xmas party tonight

Prayer concerns- Be with all as they travel this holiday season.

Lassie and Pasqually out.