Hello my loyal readers,

Robert here to fill you in on our latest exciting adventures. The first of which you all should have known about, but if not, we went White water rafting this weekend. Quite a good time, even though I was a bit disapointed with the size of our fire, but I guess everything in my life can't be enormous, pointing towards the sky, and attracting the attention of the local populous. The actual white water itself was great. The day was warm, the water was cool, and we only lost Nick. There were twelve of us, so 8 of us had to go on one boat and the other 4 had to share a boat with some other people (A man named Bruce, {what I took to be his daughter}a girl named Allie, and another girl named Kate)[we promised to e-mail them the pictures, so as soon as we get the digitals back, they will be up here]. The high point of us on the river had to be when the raft got caught on a very large log. Another raft went by and tossed us their rope, but before our guide could clip it to the raft, the line went taught and he got ganked out. He was ok, except for his sprained finger.

The second of our adventures is a little less known. Since I work for the government, they allowed me to test a prototype time machine they had just invented. I was a little skeptical, so I made sure to bring a camara along. And I stand here before you swaring that the thing worked and managed to toss me forward in time 40 or so years. I had just enough time to look up my old friend Chuck and get a picture of him still rocking in his old age. If you dont' believe me, check out the picture.



Oh, well. For those of you that arn't in on the joke, this is a picture of Chucks father Nick. And doesn't this picture not only give a solid explination of why Chuck is that way he is but also give us a truely horrifying look into the future of our world.

Whatever. I look forward to hear back from Missy about her trip, and I am still waiting for Step to e-mail me those pictures we took the other day. Get your minds out of the gutter, we were dipping things in Chocolate. What do you mean that sounds worse.... I'll have you know Mike was there too, and he had his fair shair of dipping various delectables into Steph's vat of molton chocolate along with me. LOL, sorry, I couldn't help it. I guess I should appologise here in case Steph Reads this.

::Oh, that Scarecrow is still here. Last I saw he was humping a Pinata::