The feast.
The beasts. They started the afternoon with a good ol' dirt kicking fight.
The carcass of my iPod. Or more accurately, what used to be my iPod. I attempted to repair the screen, which ended with a broken ribbon cable, and a broken screen. Not sure that one is salvageable.
Poor uncle Steve. Guy just can't handle his liquor any more in his old age. One bottle of wine, and he was down for the count. Or, he made the mistake of falling asleep right in the family room, with his mischievous nephews around to strategically place a wine bottle and photograph. Ella rescued him by waking him up before we could find any more props.
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