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Set a new record for trees this morning, 62. Also got done in pretty good time, out of the plot by one. Clutch, baby, clutch. Then made bouncy hair, putzed around the office, made the trip to the comedor with wanchops and d-unit. Did the coffee ritual. Lazed around until dinner. We have decided the bridge zapps too much energy. Hung out with the tinnster. We’re hoping she’ll bless us with her presence during the lit hours so we can continue the intensive biking instruction.

Met some new people today. Basically a whole lot of nothing and four more days of nothing to come. Won’t bother to blog about it.

Wanchops citified herself and ventured into town for the evening. Good thing she’s the one in charge, because she’s not too good at following orders. Was instructed to bring back a blender, preferably one that shaves, not crushes, ice, a golf cart, margarita glasses, candy, coffee coolers, straws, and I of course stressed the need for the pink girly umbrella ella ellas. She only managed to finagle the coffee coolers and confites. But at the end of the day she’s still the chops because the coolers have capped straws and cats, ducks, and doggies. We’re going to be the envy of la selva at breakfast tomorrow.

Debra decided to flex her artistic guns and rose above the call of duty with a beautiful tapestry. It was intended as a candy hammock, but we decided that it needed to be more prominently displayed, and gave it a honored-below-(my)eye-level spot. Picture tomorrow….

Peace, Bristahllllll…

Guest blogger Debra “designated hitter” Hausladen