There was a great deal of confusion at that rally.  In case you don't know me, I'm the type of person who runs around making sure that everyone else (especially the kids for whom it is their FIRST rally) know whose house they are staying at.  Well, at some point it occured to me to find out where I was staying... and the answer was that they didn't have a house lined up for me!

I fielded the offers from Mr. John Bob B, the bus driver, that I could sleep on the bus (uh... thanks but no thanks...) and Mrs. B, that I could stay at her house, where there would be Noah and Joseph and Nathaniel D and oh yeah, they'd probably get together with some other guys that night and play guitar and drums and video game.  Ach.  No.  The bus was sounding more appealing. 

Yes, I did end up in a lovely home with lovely food and LOVELY beds (and a nasty cat), but tonight I realized that I belonged in the house where my sister, Abigail, Alexandra, and Hannah V ended up.

The cuckoo clock house.

I have heard stories ever since that rally about the cuckoo clock, which caused these girls to jump a mile every time it went off.  So this rally, I started calling those girls the "Cuckoo Clock Contingent".  It was faster than saying "Atara Abigail Alexandra and Arwen-Bethany-Hannah."

But to come (finally) to the point, I was eating a Peep tonight.

I discovered at lunch that if you bite off the tail, you can then sort of affix the rest to your tongue and display it like a hunting trophy.  So anyway, I was doing that, and my dear sister Elpinoine got the wonderful idea that I could then proceed to pull my tongue in and out of my mouth.

It's harder to say "cuckoo" around a mouthful of marshmallow-y peep. 

Guess whose Father now has pics of them attempting this feat?

Yours truly,

Narie

LOL!

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