Back from Vay-Cay
Just returned from our fabulous vacation to Lake of the Ozarks, MO. Stopped in St. Louis for the night on the way down to cut the drive in half. We took E. to the arch. She found it to be rather dull, as I suspect most people do.Once we got to Camdenton, however, things started looking up. I think it's safe to say that much beer was had by all. At last count, I believe we went through 15 cases of beer. Some quick math (okay I used the calculator on the damn computer) shows me that each person consumed 51.4 cans each. Eeeek. It was cause of concern for my mother, who was convinced we were all alcoholics by the end of the week. (Just for the record, she consumed exactly 1 Mike's Hard Berry Beverage while we were there, so I guess she's got room to talk).

The pic to the right is a pretty good summation of what our week was all about...Kroushls, Lake, Beer. It was freakishly hot, so it was imperative to cool off by floating on a foam noodle for hours on end.
Devin was a little disturbed by the idea of jumping into the lake. He claimed the minnows congregating near the shallow end were giving him menacing looks. Eventually he got over his phobia & jumped off the dock like a big boy.
I had a great time, but feel the need to go on a diet. I don't even want to jump on the scale. I can't even fit into my underwear right now, and that's not a good sign. You see, my family is very big on snacks. I don't usually buy junk food, because then I would eat it all (funny how that works). But when it's around- get outta my way. You best not stand between me & my Dingdongs.
It was great to hang out with my parents & siblings. Luckily Devin gets along with them very well. I think that's because they're all equally nuts. There was some confusion for a while. According to my father, there are 3 stages of garbage...Stage 1, 2 and 3. I'm pretty sure that nobody except my Dad knows exactly what constitutes the different stages. Let's say you wanted to throw out a piece of trash. Should you put it in the garbage can, next to the garbage can, or in the empty beer case? It's just best to ask before disposing of any trash. Oh, and don't go leavin' no half-full beer cans around either!
"Who's can is this? Is anybody drinking this? Throwaway society!"
Good quality family time, there's nothing like it.




4 Comments:
Devin is afraid of tiny little fish - why does this not shock me?
Let your dad know that theoretical physics has postulated a fourth level of garbage, existing in a "bent garbage space-time" that is observable only as garbage from a particular position, defying relativity. Evidence for this is found in the phenomenon of your beer going missing, and later finding that it was thrown away by someone who thought it was garbage.
51.4 cans each? That's a lot of peeing in the lake!
You guys peed in the lake? Now that's a vacation!
I too was once fearful of entering natural bodies of water. I was convinced that small fish could swim up your butt and eat your internal organs.
51.4 beers over the course of a week or so isn't so bad. Less than 8 a day.
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