
So instead, we had a pioneer night. We built a fire and lit candles and mused about how we only had a little time between the indian attacks to eat our dinner.
After we ate I read a little out loud --no not Little House on the Prairie but from an old Tom Swift book of my dad's.
It is fun to do imaginary things every now and then, the imagination is a wonderful gift. Just about the only thing we didn't do was get out the guns and fight the indians. That will be tomorrow night...
4 Comments:
Wow... been to your house many times and never encountered that headless ghost to the right of the fireplace... woooooooooo!
Sounds like a dark and stormy night over yonder in wild, wild Wylie...
Ahh, you never met old Joe-Bob Invisible?
Technically I am not sure how I got him on film since he is invisible.
Hmmm
Joe-Bob's the best night patrolman you've ever seen.
E
er--NOT seen.
;~j
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