The day after Hurricane Willms.

Wow, what a night. I am feeling just how you would expect me to feel. Originaly we were going to have some people over to a simple little BYOB with a fire and chips and dip around 8 in the evening. This would give me plenty of time after T.J's football game to get everthing ready. Right? No. Mike wanted to invite Bill and Jamie over a little early and feed them some steaks. Fine, we could do that, they could come over around 6:30 and I would still have time since it was only 2 people. Right? Wrong. Sometime Friday night, and I do mean night, Mike feels guilty about not feeding his kids. What? You are joking right? No. So, what began as a simple little get together turned into a big bar-b-Que. As expected the football game ran way over so I was just getting home when people were rolling in. Oh my. Don't get me wrong, I love having everyone over, I just didn't have time to plan ahead for it. Mike got the bright idea to make people put their nose on a golf club and run around it ten times then hit a whiffle ball. Oh, my. Glad it was just whiffle balls. I think there are about 20 whiffle balls in the ditch behind our fence and in various neighbor's yards. Bill was the life of the party, he decided to start a water fight with Kaitlin and I. As in real wars, there are no clear winners. But there were plenty of soaked people after. Stacey brought S'mor fixens for the kids and that was a huge hit of course. So, as predicted the night was a huge success. You may wonder why T is not mentioned, or in any pics. He is in "jail" for the next week. He got grounded. Kaitlin brought up how when she was grounded during one of our famous "fight party's" she wasn't allowed to join in the festivities. So there you go. fun was had by all except T, oh, we did feed him bar-b-Que and he did escape his cell more then once.