They're happier when we're not home

I called home on Monday, and no one answered, so I called my dad's cell. My mother picked it up. What was she doing? Running with Dad, well, she was sorda walking, Dad was running. Apparently he runs 5-6 miles a day, for the past couple of weeks. Maybe I'll get pissed at him for losing so much weight like they got pissed at me when I got back from tour. Speaking of weight, I think I'm getting back my college pounds. Time to get in shape for that first camp, whenever it is.