YES, I know I have no peg leg!

My name is PegLeg Pete. My sister's name is PegLeg Jamie. Well, that's our legal nickname anyway (not many people have a legal nickname. Our real last name is peglegovitch. Not much difference). It's hard, coming up with a good explanation for the 'PegLeg' . Sure, I could give them the real reason, but it's long, and not very intersting, and makes them give me a look. Our ancestor was a famous pirate, the original Peg Leg Pete, he stated, he all of his descendants were to have the nickname, because, apparently, that's the first clue in the great quest to find his long lost treasure. Nobody knows what it's supposed to be. We think he was just a big practical joker. I ussually just tell people it's a typo. My sister Jamie has a really good explanation for why she doesn't have a peg leg, but she won't tell me what it is.

She can be very frustrating. She's always doing things better than me. Like today, we're spending the weekend at our Aunt & Nuncles house this weekend. They're house has a lake. Well, they don't own the lake, but it's right there next to them. We went fishing. As you'd expect, Jamie caught way more fish then me, and everybody rubbed it in for the rest of the day. She took a bunch of pictures of her and her fish, got her picture in the paper, send out a nationwide press release, and was interviewed in Little-Pirate-Girls-Catching-Fish-Monthly Magazine, which frankly sounds made up.

Aunt and Nuncles house is pretty cool. They've got a lot of pirate memorabelia, like eskimo shoes on the wall. We had to take a plane to get here. We have to sleep on the floor. It's hailing. They have a little dogling, and she looks winky. Winky isn't really a word, but if you say her, you'd know exactly what I mean. All of our meals have had potatoes in them.