The kids could just hang around
The teenagers could drive themselves crazy
We could share our burning love for one another
Man/Boy celebrated his 17th birthday with a swan dive
And I now have PROOF that the hubby can make friends ANYWHERE!
The most interesting, strange, morbid, creepy aspect of the weekend was within the very walls of the cabin we rented. The owner, who we do not know, apparently loves to hunt and has a very close relationship with his taxidermist.
Mr. Fox watched over us while we ate.
There was Bambi...
...and his extended family.
Mr. Armadillo kept guard at the window
The Turkey Triplets were indeed stuffed, but not for Thanksgiving.
The best was saved for the master bedroom of course...
Meet Muskrat Suzy with hoofed arrow shoved through her throat.
(I guess it was in supposed to inspire "Muskrat Love")
And we had our bedside reading light to comfort us.
Despite the house of horrors, it was a perfect weekend because...
...I had all my ducks in a row. (with one very unhappy duck on the end)