Some of our good friends came up to spend the weekend with us. Friday Night we went to a Doyle Lawson & Quicksilver concert. I was very disappointed at the performance. Their CD is much better. When we got home from said concert, somebody started throwing waterballoons, which led to a full-fledged war. All the water balloons were soon disposed of, and 6 gallon buckets were put into commission. The original idea was to throw the water out of the bucket onto somebody. Somebody thought throwing water was too tame, so they resorted to throwing the bucket. Midnight came and went. Bedtime...
With the new day, I was assisted in my chores by my able-bodied comrade. The whole party took part in 4whlr-riding with no incident or injuries...or major ones, anyway. I don't know about anybody else, but I had a great time playing volleyball. I think that is one of my favorite sports.
Our neighbors graciously lent us their boxblade for filling a hole in the middle of our pasture. The use of this implement made the work go quickly. We had hotdogs for lunch on Saturday, followed by homemade icecream.
We younger folk at the Doyle Lawson concert
Fun on the 4whlr
I wasn't scared! I was only scared because...because...well see for yourself. [sniff]
"That down thar's the shifter-thangy."