Wed 12/4/2002 'Where did those noodles come from?' Heather pointed at a bag laying innocently on the table. 'They look wrong somehow.'

'God...they do look wrong...they are brown.' I replied.

'Maddy, were you eating those noodles.' Heather asked.

'No, they taste like dirt.'

We put up christmas lights, the little kids bouncing about, heather and I hanging icecicle lights all over. Then we decorated the digital doghouese. 'It is all fun and games until someone looses an eye. Then it is just fun. But if you loose two you can play eyes hockey.'