She's a little picky about how her decorations go up. . . . . .I think she has some pent up aggression. . . . .
Three dorks. . . . . .well, two dorks and a mouth. . . . .
The finished product. . . . ..
And then some down time with Jenga. All I have to say about that is "LIKE A BANDAID". Of course I had no patience and lost about 3 times. Then it was time to go home.
Sweet. A fun time had by all. . . . . . .of course some more than others. I'm enjoying getting back in touch with my true inner self. . . . . .my true inner dorkiness. What can I say? I am what I am. . . . . .why fight it?
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What a stupid spot for the tree. Isn't that where the bike goes?
What's the difference?? She doesn't ride it anyway. . . .
Tru dat...
I used to get my kids all jittery on Mt. Dew and then play Jenga. I'd win every time. When they finally caught on to my little game I just quit playing. I retired the champion.
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