I invited the neighbors and my sister and the man that is now her husband over for a "Polar Express Party". The children dug it. PJs were already donned. They had their ticket and their bells. And I tried to hide my disappointment that our projector bulb had decided to take a poop. Which pretty much means it no longer functioned.






With no projector the theater was, as only natural, closed for maintenance. Thankfully like most Americans we own more than one television.













