(editors note: Ashlyn does not have a very large vocabulary. Most of her typing was along the lines of “kkkkkkkkkkkkkkad#AD”, so we had to take some liberties in the translation. Enjoy.)
When I learned that I wasn’t going to see Uncle Scott on his birthday, I got pretty upset. My mom and dad told me that I was going to see him in a few months. A few months! That’s practically forever. (editor’s note: This may not seem like a long time to most of us, but keep in mind that 2 months is 20% of her entire lifetime).
So I put on my birthday hat and took a plane to the desert. My dad is cheap, so I had to fly coach.
When I got there I took a ride on this thing to see if I could find Uncle Scott. If you aren’t sure who is who in the picture below, I’m the one in the pink. The hat was only a disguise, I’m not really in the Army.
Uncle Scott must have been wearing camo, because I never saw him. So instead, I came back home and typed up a blog post.
Happy birthday Uncle Scott!