We like to ride scooters and clock each other with a radar gun. I win everytime!
Papa's head is too big to fit the helmet.
Among other festivities is Tight Wad Tuesday at the Elks Club. It was packed this week-- Meg, Jon and I are the youngest people there by 30 years, at least. Since the crowds were gathering at the Elks, we were forced to eat in the Library with our champange and bloody mary's.
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