Hey Spence,
Kyle and Alyssa
are over so the house is screaming with fun. Always.
But the boys are
in the front room telling “ghost stories”. I’m sitting at the dining room table
pretending to read the newspaper/blog just so I can eavesdrop.
Little boy ghost
stories ROCK. And apparently ... ghosts fart a lot. Who knew? It seems to be every
single ghost’s stories comic relief.
You are missing
out. Majorly.
Hurry Home. And don’t
forget to pick up the Santa Hats.
Oh and also, the
girls just performed a talent show for me. It was titled quote/unquote Go Crazy. Hot dang. It was indeed,
crazy.
Thank goodness
it’s Friday. XOXO