Since we didn't make it to Portland to spend Christmas with family, we've been continuously receiving packages of presents in the mail.  Today my son Jordan got dart tag, and I have admit that I have terrible aim with a gun, but I could sure act in a spy movie--sliding across the floor on my side, weapon ready, or ducking behind a couch just in time.  It was great fun, though the kids were rowdy for the rest of the night.  When Dan got home, he asked if the apple juice had fermented.  Just a normal night in the Meuser household.