Not much to be said . . . we had April, one-armed Brad and Miss Emery over for dinner, and here’s how it went down.
”Hey Emery welcome over, want to play?”
”Want to make a mess on our clothes and strip down, ok”
”Come on Emery, follow me, I know where the food is.”
”Here it is, hot dog rolls, yeah baby!”
”Thanks for coming over to play, I’m going to go read my bedtime story to myself.”