An evening bike ride on the creeper trail inspired dreams of frogs. Oh, it was a frog, in bed, on my kids head, par for the course. I am partially to blame for this but the second mystery which dealt with gobs of toothpaste on Hopes armpit may never be solved. Much thanks to Connecticut grandma for "Pengui." Who's better than you?
Shorty's one line in her school play went off well. Good job. But, her bud Risham is moving this summer though and will be mished. Missed, sorry.
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