So..... The spawns of satan (my neices and nephews) were over for Thanksgiving. It was...well....hell. Still, pumpkin pie makes it all better. Ya know, life is full of dissapointments. The common ratio of good to bad moments is like 1:2. But still, we keep on trying and hopeing. Hope is still a mystery to me. Why does it persist when as of now it has been fruitless? I guess thats a pretty big question. -Jack B. Nimble (p.s.- Shout out to my new SITPal carriecaulfield )