Ahoy! (That's what I would say if we were on a boat.)

Life here is the same as it ever was. Every morning, I have to laminate mom's cuticles before I can eat breakfast. Usually, I have a big plate of deviled eggs with a side of french fries, and wash it down with a glass of purple stuff.

Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of construction debris for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Timmy told one about a ghost named Damien who haunted the guy who stole his fuchsia calf. Bobby was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally great.

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