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It's the end of April and time for the annual convergence of the Moseley-Schenck-Lefcourt households in celebration of Scott's birthday. Much fun was had by all, especially Erin, who had already attended a birthday party and was hopped up on soda and cotton candy and cake and will not be allowed sugar of any kind for at least a month. Scott got a new pair of shorts, a six-pack, a Crock-Pot, a gift certificate which will probably be used on more shorts, and a GPS (and Will, I promise they make them better now). All good things.
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Simma, of course, went straight for the beer. Little lush.