I just got an email from my madre letting me know when these two clowns, Michael & Peter come home from their missions. I am excited! Mic n' Pitt as they've always been called by me are meeting up at JFK to fly home together. They have been missed. Sunday dinners at my parents place just haven't been as fun as when these two were around. I miss them serenading us to their made up songs on the guitar and piano, putting peanut butter in their belly buttons and squishing their stomach together to make it look like a bum pooing (they would do this for my niece and she would laugh, okay I might have requested it a few times as well) and of course their constant arguing and competetiveness. Mic n' Pitt can't wait to welcome you home!
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