The house was roaring with wicked children this weekend. Lots of games were played, though how much actual PROGRESS occurred on these game boards is questionable. No blood was spilt, as the frisbee golf game seemed to lack its usual intensity and proficiency, and Maggie dubiously drank a vile concoction mixed in glee by her grandfather... and thereby began to recover her voice, missing for two weeks. Possibly it was the threat of more vile concoction that brought back the voice, one never knows.
Supper for 15 at the Cabin and then a stop at the DQ-- you could almost believe it was summahtime.
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