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I forgot to fill you in on Miss F's weekend with Mr. B and the family. Mr. B was an usher at a wedding in Boerne (pronounced "Bernie"). Miss F had fun swimming and hanging with the grandparents while Mr. B performed his usherly duties. I guess Miss F was the belle of the ball at the reception. She danced and flirted with a 10 year old boy (she has a thing for older men. You should see her with the lifeguards at the Y!). She also took a big dig into the wall and has the bruises to show it. I don't know where she learned to dance all night, flirt and be the life of the party. No clue, no siree. The falling down and crashing into a wall thing I think must be on Mr. B's side, though my mom has taken many a memorable fall and is known to trip on air. I know that I am always graceful and light on my feet. Like a gazelle.