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Sorry about Lya's last post. Yesterday was a little stressful for her.

So it started out pretty well. Just some movies, cupcakes, take out, pretty fun for a party restricted to a house. We were having some legitimate, goodhearted fun.

And, of course, He had to have His moment.

Thankfully we didn't have to deal with a "pinata" (she found one when she turned 12). But he did leave something out on our porch that made Lya just a leeeeetle pissed.

Apparently He noticed how Sandra took a liking to the silkie chickens at the fair...

Don't freak, the little guy's alive. If it was a dead baby chicken we found, Lya would be a LOT angrier. She's just upset because the thing's kinda annoying. When she was typing out her post the little bastard was sitting on the keyboard pecking at her fingers. And of course we're gonna have to keep him, or else Sandra's gonna throw a bitch fit.

So, yay. Welcome home, Preston the chicken. (Yes, that's what she named the poor little guy)

All things considered, he is a cute little wad of feathers.

But the fact that He gave him to her is absolutely bizzare.

-Matt

Last night

Oh, that fair. It was fun. IT WAS SO FUN.

And I LOVE fairs. I have more funnel cake in me than blood. So yummy...

And the best part? BABY ANIMALS.

They even had a newborn foal, and probably the highlight?

They had these chickens, but they weren't normal chickens. They were this thing called silkie chickens, and they looked like a cross between a chicken and a llama. A LLAMA CHICKEN.

Yeah, I know how chickens are nasty little territorial beasts, but I was actually surprised with some of the baby silkies. A few even nuzzled me! And this one little one, God he was so cute, and the others kept running over the poor baby!

And, of course, we saw Him. You know what? I'll just go ahead and say his name, for those who haven't caught on: *dramatic trumpets* Slenderman. *confetti*

We were up on the ferris wheel, and we saw him out in the woods. Don't think he was "taking care of business", just think he was watching us.

And I saw the last post. I'm just a leeeetle creeped out by it...but I'm almost used to it by now. Like He said, ten years of this.

Well, I'm off to annoy Lya.

Skål!
-Sandra