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Monday, September 3, 2007

Quiet on the farm.

Everyone has gone home from the weekend bash except for the immediate family ... and the Mrs., who is going to remain in the 'horse-pitial" for a couple-three days according to her doctors to whack her infection over the head and get its attention.

Mac Duff is sulking and looking for her and keeps coming up to everybody wanting to be held. We've tried to explain to him that 'mommy' is ok, just a little sick and will be back soon but he is one stubborn jack russell.

Despite the unplanned side trip the party was a success and everyone had a great time. Now all I need is a good night's sleep but I won't get it for a couple-three days if you get my meaning.

Susan of Mark and Susan said she loved the weekend even with getting a sunburn on her butt where it usually was covered by her thong bikini (so it wasn't much of a spot anyway) and already put their name on the list for next year's to-do.

A couple of sunburns, a few red rashes from the belly-flops in the pool, a large number of 'headaches' in the morning, yep, the party was asuccess.

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