Autumn is my favorite season, still I hate to see summer go. For the past three years we've been hosting "the last barbecue of the season." Tomorrow is the end of the line for back yard get-togethers. We'll have to get some appropriate tunes on the iPod.
We'll have plenty of libations - enough to inspire some tub thumping.
Two years ago someone (we won't mention any names) let Mardi escape out the back gate.
If you are in the neighborhood, come on over.
sounds fun, hated to miss that one
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