The last night at Joe's. By the end of the evening the crowd had mostly slimmed down to the Joe's crew and the History Club crew. My usual. A fitting end.
Everyone got ducks before I left. Naturally, what does one do with a duck but put it on one's head.
This was our Scrabble game frosted in hillarity. I don't even remember why but it was quite fun. Jarrod was really getting into the spirit of things. Threats were hurled as was ice cream, but that mostly came from Martha's delivery system I think.
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OH MY GOD I LOVE THE LARKETTTE's picture!!!! I know I just violated tons of capitalization rules. I'm such a sucky blooger, I know it's true, it's true. But there's no more baseball to report on :( truly sad.
Pip
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