This is the last time I let my dad plan our day. He thought a scavenger hunt would be fun, but he didn't mention that getting that little purple egg would be so hard or that it belonged to a flossapede. It was so hard to try to out-fly that. My wings are STILL sore.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
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