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The Littlest Adams. Though I probably should just include it on this blog, because we probably won't talk about much else. But I'll try. :o) Things are going good at the new place. I say good vs. great, only because we're still living amongst boxes and have no time to unpack. We have one more small load to pick up from the old house, too. Seems like it takes so bloody long to get every last crumb, lamp, shoebox and bottle of Soft Scrub out. But, on the other hand, they've approved demo on the place, so at least I don't have to clean it!
The annual harvest party at The Place this year was a '70s theme (Ken went as a '70s rocker and I went as someone in her 70s who'd misinterpreted the invitation, thinking it was a shindig for seniors in their 70s). Ken had some funky teeth he'd make when he worked at the dental lab, which made it look like he'd been doing too many drugs and not flossing. 
I had biker shorts stuffed with every pair of pantyhose I own, plus a few bathing suits and even a nightgown. Made for a convincing spare tire. Both outfits were a hit. Ken also played in the band; they've been practicing classic 70s rock tunes for a couple of months now, and were fantastic. I'll try to post video when I figure out how to make it a reasonable size.
