Anyway, it was nice. One of the the guys we went up with has been a friend of ours, well, since about the day we got married. And he's funny. With one-liners. But his forte (I don't know how to do the accent thingy on that) is people watching. And water parks leave you with your eyes bulging. It's kinda like sitting at the mall in the atrium watching people walk past in their underpants. You see all the things you shouldn't. You see tattoos everywhere and I mean everywhere. You see moles that should be checked. Toes that have fungus. And well... never mind. So Mr. S. was great fun to sit next to as we watched the waves come crashing in at the wave pool.
And then there's the chicken farmers. They came too. They are delightful. Fun. Spunky. Interesting. Spiritual. And just plain nice. They didn't bring their chickens. But I did hear a couple cell calls on telling So-And-So to be sure to check on them. I sure hope so as we're waiting for eggs again. Mr. Chicken Farmer decided the heat was too high in the condo the first night so basically turned it off and the rumpled people staggering out of their rooms almost without fail - complained about how cold it was. So night number two, he left it warm and he was hot and the rest of us were not. Group dynamics... usually someone loses.
And so the splashing and fun is over. Back to the washer and dryer. And walking the dog and various other mundane tasks such as making another batch of the Chairman's Granola. He's looking nervous that the bag is empty. Our son is gone until tomorrow. You see he thinks Mr. Chicken Farmer walks on water and you know what? He really does! But just in winter. They were to spend some time sitting in a tree shooting innocent living things and then ice fish until their hands are numb.
I didn't hardly pull my camera out of the bag. I might scrounge up a cell phone picture or two once I'm not feeling lazy. So all these words should maybe equal a picture or two.
Off to the mundane on a Thursday...