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pheasant tomorrow night. From 6 year old’s first hunting expedition. My husband and I don’t hunt, have never hunted. The boy wanted to, we have friends who do….so they did a father/son thing and now we have a dead pheasant casserole made with cream of mushroom soup in the fridge.

Yeeechhhh….but I will smile and say, son, this is delicious (as I’m sure it will be.) He is so proud and excited.

Last year at this time we were playing Monopoly….since breaking it out again we’ve had a game going for the past four days. We’re talking me, the six year old and the five year old. We are playing “for reals”...hotels, mortgages, bankruptcies, the whole enchilada. It is getting OLD for me…who is having to figure out how to best sell off everyone’s properties and wheel and deal in everyone’s best interest to keep us all in the game. (Did I mention….4 days of the same game….I mean, the original game that was started on Friday…) and I’m ready to quit, but they are still wayyyy into this.

Come, xmas, come soon. I”m ready for Battleship and Clue!!

We (the family) are making windchimes for everyone this xmas….something we’ve talked about for a few years. The boys have hammered holes in the bases so far….and we just came home with five 9 ft. lengths of bamboo for them to saw thru. I am praying that we started this endeavor early enough to reasonably finish. I am aggressively attacking this a little bit each day in order to get it done.

Not really “aggravating”...but I’ve kind of tossed my hat into the ring here…and now have to make it happen!