We spent another festive weekend with our neighbors down the street. Farmer Frank stocks his creek (crick, for the Utah readers) with fish every Memorial Day and we all get our fishin' on. Good times were had by all. Except that one part when Violet scratched my face on purpose and I yanked her into our car to give her The Business using my scariest, hissingest Mom Voice and realized that the back window was down and the whole camp heard me. Yeeeah. Otherwise it was a golden time. Today, I'll leave the words to Serge and shovel a bunch of pictures at ya instead.