Last weekend a bunch of us camped out overnight in our fort. We made a throne out of dirty plastic tarps for the Frightmaster to sit on, and took turns sitting on it and telling scary stories with a flashlight under our face. Ricky told one about a ghost named Alastair who haunted the guy who stole his crimson skin. Todd was so scared he peed in his sleeping bag. It was totally swell.

I just started this cool new hobby: crocheting matchbook covers. After a few tries, though, I'm pretty agitated with it.