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You know, I often wonder what David and I did in the evenings a couple of years back, before we landed in the desert. The crazy years of raising four children were dwindling as we were down to only Kristi in the house. Our evening routine consisted of deciding where we were going to eat out or perhaps where we were going to drive through. Worst case scenario, I would cook. It's pretty much the same here, but it seems like something is missing. Since being in Doha, after nourishing our bodies we mechanically plop down on the couch. David channel surfs while I Internet surf. What a rut. What exactly did we used to do? Well, I'm a little embarrassed to say. Every night after dinner we'd get situated on the sofa, look at each other in anticipation, and say, "yah ready?". Then we'd bust out the Nintendo 64, pop in Dr Mario, and play until our eyes burned. Oh, those were the days. What I'd give to bring that back. You think I'm kidding?! I'm serious. Anyone out there have one they would part with? Code Blue for Dr Mario!
