Mission 3:16

Why this title, you may ask? Well, let's give you some lyrics to ponder. . . . .

We're on, we're on, we're on a mission,
And we'll go where the brave dare to fly
We're on a mission and we know,
It's a race, do or die.
Letting the fire be freed. . . .
Mission THREE SIXTEEN!
We don't know what we'll find
Deep behind enemy lines
We are the called. . . .
We are the few. . . .
Mission THREE SIXTEEN.

Now, Jessa and I basically just signed a death wish. No, we don't wish to commit suicide. . . . but we did just commit spankicide. Yes, we made yet another run on AEG. This time, we left gifts. A nice, bright balloon. . . . . wishing Mr. M good luck. . . . . a "No Fear" energy drink. . . . . for we think he might need it. . . . and a lovely note asking him if he ate his wheaties. *shrugs* What? Just wondering if he had a healthy breakfast. . . . .

We planned this run in the model room as we were leaving the studio yesterday. Mr. M asked us as we came out of the model room, "Did you two prank my room?" We looked him dead in the eye and proclaimed, "No, sir, not yet!" And then we busted out laughing. As we made the run, we were crazy paranoid because Razor (love ya, my man. . . . but you really had us going!) fed us some BS about how Mr. M was expecting something, and was prepared. . . . we half expected to meet him at the studio. :-D But, lol, once again, our leaving of gifts went without a hitch. *high five* Keagen and Jessa strike again. . . . .