Last night we had game night. We pretend to gather for trivial pursuit or taboo, but we really just eat sundried tomato dip and cookies. Personally, I think we should start calling it sundried tomato dip and cookie night. Let's drop the pretense.

It's damn good dip and cookies....they're entitled to top billing.
Brenden let me hold him for quite awhile and there were no blood curdling screams the whole time. Maybe he realizes us red heads need to stick together.
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