tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26883902.post5226712801649276700..comments2024-03-25T11:09:41.538-04:00Comments on a minor friar blog: Go In Peace, Dungeon MasterBrother Charleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07780326836452864455noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26883902.post-90065943829736836402008-03-10T11:24:00.000-04:002008-03-10T11:24:00.000-04:00It's true. Father Charles's mother still occasiona...It's true. Father Charles's mother still occasionally finds those D&D dice, not in the laundry anymore but around the house, in odd corners where nobody's looked for a while.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26883902.post-48453466515426136842008-03-07T09:56:00.000-05:002008-03-07T09:56:00.000-05:00That's great, Barb. I'm sure my Mom had the same e...That's great, Barb. I'm sure my Mom had the same experience!Brother Charleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07780326836452864455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26883902.post-27842341307859517812008-03-06T22:15:00.000-05:002008-03-06T22:15:00.000-05:00Oh, the guys in my house will be sorry to hear thi...Oh, the guys in my house will be sorry to hear this. We've got 2 generations of Dungeon folk here, since TheDad brought the game to the Boy Scout troop. I've seen more than my share of zillion-sided dice (mostly in the laundry!)Barb Szyszkiewiczhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00329184613713551475noreply@blogger.com