I got my pictures from the cookout on here tonight. Look how much fun these babies were having. Does it get any better than a Cars Slip and Slide?
What good is a southern cookout without a fight breaking out? Don't you just love a huge soaking wet diaper? I miss my babies.
We had a big time in the pool, too. Dalton got his first pretty bad sunburn. Of course, he thinks he's dying but he doesn't have anything on me. I think the whole street is water logged but we sure had a great time.
That's my friend Jenifer and boy am I a DEAD woman when she sees this. We all had a HUGE diving contest this weekend. It was tons of fun. I'll have some pictures of that tomorrow. My camera is too slow. I'm still holding out for my new one. Well, Jenifer got one and she and her husband Art were taking pictures of the dive contest.
All I can say is that until yesterday, I had never done a back flip off of the diving board. I still wouldn't say I can do it, but I have definitely got some bruises to show where I was trying. Can you see them?
Pictures don't do them justice. Apparently, when I do my back flip off the diving board, I land on my shins and inner calf muscles. The problem is, when you've had courage in a cup in the form of Southern Comfort and Mountain Dew, the pain didn't set in until it was too late. Oh well, Mama always said, When you fall off the horse, get your ass back up on it! I did her proud.
It's 10:40 and I've got a load of clothes staring at me to be folded. Everyone else in the house is asleep. I'm having trouble in that area lately. I've got another load of clothes in the dryer and one in the washer. I guess I better shut this down and get back to work. I've got the ole TiVo going again tonight and I am watching Grey's Anatomy reruns.
I hope you had a wonderful day with your friends and family. Have a most excellent week at work and make the most of every minute. You aren't guaranteed another one.
Hug those babies super super tight...tackle them if you have to. Share your love. Today, I told everybody here I loved them when they left. Some thought I was crazy and some said it back. I never say I love you because I want a response. Why do people feel like they have to say it back? I'm not offended if I don't get one back, but I don't want to wake up tomorrow and wish I had said it. That happened with my father in law, and I decided then, it would be the last time.