Communal living, the last night....

Butchest picture of me...ever. Girly drink AND girly dog. Kyle is secure in his assumed masculinity.

Left over night....

Close to as fun as we had for the whole week, very low pressure, get a plate, get some food and a drink.. go eat

Started with waves of strawberry banana margaritas....and baby sitting the tiny tiny poodle. Who slept in my window sill as i napped.



Jodi and Paul with girly drinks.


There were all sorts of things stuck in this tree.
LEFTOVERS! Cold chicken, hot pork, the famous squash, watermelon
worlds largest hot bacon dressing spinach salad.
Christ of the Pompanuck, with a high reading of her blood pressure, it was a party game. Again, they do not have cable, and you could not sling a dead cat and not hit a doctor of something or some kind OR a good old fashion hypochondriac.