Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of shingles for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Frankie told one about a ghost named Vladimir who haunted the guy who stole his burgundy ankle. Jimmy was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally sweet.

All of my friends are getting into sketching little green army men, but I think it's just a fad.