Saturday
We went to a fair that had rides dating back to the 1970’s.
I call this picture Nostalgia, Loose Bolts, and Tetanus Shots.
When offered a prize at the Duck Pond game, my nephew chose the world globe key chain. Ana picked this…
Saturday Afternoon
Ana made up an imaginary friend named Billy, and challenged him to several foot and bike races. Not surprisingly, she won all of them. Then she and Billy got into a huge argument, and she refused to let him play basketball with her. Apparently, imaginary friends can be real assholes.
Sunday
The family practiced hitting golf balls into a net that I had set up in our backyard. But every time we knocked a ball in (a rare happening) the net would tip over, so Brian went into the garage to find something to stake it down with. He found something alright…
…my leather Acura headrest. Who does that?!
He thought it was a brilliant idea…then he brilliantly left it out in the rain overnight. Bye-bye resale value.
“Why couldn’t you use a rock like a normal person?”-Me.
Sunday Evening
I concluded the weekend by sitting on our deck, drinking a margarita. I was really enjoying myself until this damn mosquito kept landing on my crotch. I was determined to kill it. Unfortunately, killing it required me to smack my crotch over and over again with my right hand, while holding my margarita with my left (of course I was facing my neighbor’s kitchen window. They were eating burgers, I was smacking my crotch).
But my determination paid off! And it turns out it wasn’t your everyday run-of-the-mill mosquito, oh nooo, it was a black & white striped Asian Tiger Mosquito!
How exotic! I quickly put it in a trial size soap box and mailed it to a local taxidermist for mounting. He said the turn-around time is around 8-12 weeks, so I should have it back just as I’m emerging from my Dengue Fever quarantine.
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