Squeege's favorite part of our trip was pretending to get shot and "croak" (see example below). As you can tell in the picture, Garrett was none too impressed by any of us.


Squeege and Daddy watched the Christmas Parade together on Sunday. While I liked the marching band the best, Squeege favored the
"Biker Bruthaz" motorcycle gang, who must have spent two tanks of gas on the parade with all the revving of their engines they were doing.

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