In which bad, bad, bad Beck is hiding. (Soooooo many people)

The whole bunch, plus extras, are about my house.
Shhhh! I’m playing ‘hide and seek’ with kiddoes. I changed the rules. I hide, 8 children all under age 9 look for me. He-he.
They don’t know the hiding places in this house like I do.

I heard the lil’wrekker give them ideas. She’s such an amateur! She never found me when she was little.

The trick is: I’m not in the house anymore. I started out in the pantry til I heard them heading upstairs per the hints they were given. Now, I’m in the tree house.

Only problem, I forgot a jacket. A bit cool.
Imma sneak back in and find out if the game is still going on. (;))

Shhhhh!

Good on you!

I hope you tucked away some good snacks in the tree house!
~VOW

I’ve been sitting in the car in the garage for 45 minutes. Listening to tunes. I think the adults are actively looking for me as well.
I need to end this. (Not by carbon-monoxide, silly)
They’ll probably think that.
You’d think the dummies would look in the garage once.
I have a slow-witted bunch. I could’ve driven to Sonic for corndogs. Dang it.

If I’m ever running from the cops, I’m calling you for advice.

I turned myself in. The younger kids are asleep.
The grown ups are all giving me ‘stink eye’
I don’t care.
I entertained their kids for a long time.
The oldest Grand-wrek is convinced I went invisible. She’s a character.

The Party is breaking up. It needs to. I gotta clean up this mess.

Old age and knowledge will beat youthful exuberance.
Best of luck for Pancho’s eviction.