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Jun. 24, 2008
Visitors...
We interrupt your intermittently scheduled program to bring you a random moment.
The Marshall family graced our home with their presence, and I promised a post centered around that event.
While they were driving to our house, we had the usual "Clean up, we have guests coming!" scenario. (You can't tell me that you don't do the same thing!) There are no pictures of this portion of the day, because we were so diligently working.
When the Marshalls did arrive, we greeted them properly, in our best attire:

We talked for the usual amount of time, as is befitting for good relations. After which, Ashley and I decided that we would whip up a few pies for the enjoyment of the populous: (If you look closely, you can see the cherry pie in the background.)

As the day progressed, play was conducted in a properly refined manner: (We call this "Hannah Montana Gone Wrong".)

An expedition was mounted to the blueberry farm, where we expected to find...well blueberries. Here are some of the expeditors, we call them the "Indy Club":

Upon arrival at the blueberry farm, we were informed that the season did not open until the next day. That is rather like Lewis and Clark getting within two miles of the Pacific ocean, and having the Indians tell them it was closed for maintenance. Here is Ashley, looking suitably dour: (Though the slightest hint of a grin frames her mouth, was she sorry not to spend hours in the sun picking blueberries?)

The rest of the day was to busy for many photos to be taken. So I will leave you with one photo that sums it all up:

Draw your own conclusions. But to me, it says we had FUN!
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