Yes, yes that is me screaming like a banshee and ultimately getting clotheslined. MORP last year was quite the adventure of great fun and also a hospital visit. It was all fun games through the kickball, barbeque, trampoline, and zip-line. But, then we did something that nobody over the elementary age should do. We decided to play red rover. Bad, BAD idea. There were two clotheslining incidents (Mack and myself) and one dislocation of a knee. No big deal-Dane's poor knee just flipped over. In case you didn't catch the sarcasm there, it was actually a huge deal. So, being the toughie he is, he demanded we go the dance while he took a visit to the hospital to get his leg to turn the regular direction; afterward we all (including Daner) went back to Sadie's and roasted marshmellows. They were delicious and Dane was on his happy medicine so all was well. Poor boy. But, besides that moment of lack in judgement it was a very grand time.
Now, as MORP, approaches my friends and I have a big decision to make. To MORP or not to MORP. We have decided that a trip to the Space Center might better suit us.
Also, Hannah came up to me today and strongly if not with force suggested I go. haha, Oh Hannah...
Quote of the Day-
"Take him! He's HOT!"
PS. After you take a gander at the clotheslining, watch the dating advice with Tolik, you will cry and/or pee your pants. That grandpa is just too hilarious for his own boots.
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