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Husbandman is in Germany and I can't stand it for one more second.  Husbandman is kind of our manager.  He keeps track of stuff, keeps the household running.  Tonight #1 son asked, "Is there anything to drink?  I finished the milk yesterday."  He knew the answer to his question so we both started laughing.  It's a disaster here.  Husbandman, please come home and help us.  Besides the scarcity in the food department, we're just plain old missing you.  I'm lonely without Husbandman.