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She Cracks Me Up!


There is only one person that I will play doubles Foosball with and that is my friend Jennifer Friesen, or as she introduced herself to me years ago; Pepper.


I adore this girl, which is why I was sooo pumped for last weekend to arrive and bring her to my house for a lovely visit. Although it is winter in the Willamette Valley (not the most opportune time for sight seeing) her ability to make all situations fun, if not hilarious, was on its a-game.
Between grubbing up at the local hot spots, Yeasty Beasty and Yangs, we spent our time playing some friendly foosball at Rookies (killed it), exploring all that Salem had to offer and learning how to use Instagram...well some of us learned while others taught.
The only problem is that now I am freshly reminded of how much I miss her! Perhaps it is time for Easton's first road trip? 

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  1. AnonymousJanuary 9, 2014 at 11:05 AM

    hahahah! this is the best! Loved my time with you and yes, it's time for Easton's first road trip. :)

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