Hmm, I feel I must post about my fun-filled weekend in order to get away from the current unpleasantness. Here I go.
This past weekend Steven and I went to Willis’ lake house on Lay Lake with Ken, Lisa, Ande, Paul ( who came on Sunday), and Willis, of course. We were planning on leaving Saturday morning, but after a late-night run to Wal-Mart on Friday, we decided to go ahead and hit the road as none of us were really tired. Due to a vet meeting, Lisa and Ande couldn’t make it till midday Saturday.
It was quite a blast. We all were mostly relaxing by sleeping late, lounging around, and eating. We even had a hammock, which I ever so gracefully fell out of. Everyone even swam in the lake, including me (after a little bit of coaxing and a promise of a float).
There were some fireworks left from the Fourth of July which we shot on Saturday night. They were the spectacular mortar shell kind and some Roman candles. We made the shots from the candles skip across the slew. That was beyond amusing to me.
One of us got the Bright Idea(tm) of sticking sparklers in leftover slices of watermelon and launching them in the slew (I think it was me). We soon discovered that watermelon prefers to float rind-side-up; we lost a few sparklers that way. At the end, we finally got one launched, but with one ill-advised push, it did a barrel-roll like the others. The next day, the ants were quite appreciative of all the free watermelon.
The next afternoon at lunch, Willis’ dad said, “Now I know there’s got to be a reason behind this . . .what is the deal with the watermelon by the dock?” He was met with peals of laughter.
I also got to have a few rides in a boat. I like boats (simple minds, simple pleasures . . .). We tried to find our friend the Thornburg’s house, but I don’t think we went north enough. On Sunday, however, we did run out of gas. Thanks to the kindness of strangers, it turned out to be a very amusing experience, mostly because of what Willis said. Can’t repeat it, though.
The original plan was for Steven and I to leave about 3 p.m., head to Auburn, pick up the kitties from Cathy, and I’d get back in Fort Payne about 9 p.m. Ha, ha, ha. I ended up staying ’till 8 p.m., heading immediately back to Fort Payne, and Steven is keeping the kitties for a week. I miss my babies, but I believe Steven is enjoying their company. They’re being quite good for him.
There you have it, folks; my amusing weekend. Let’s do that again!