Unfortunate firework accident left Rachel with an uncanny, yet unwanted, resemblence to Rick Allen.
Favorite pastime, try and run over squirrels on the golf cart. All the little dudes, minus Lando, plus one inebriated parent. I got really turned around and lost one day with them and said we had to turn back because I am lost, they objected and started chanting, "MORE LOST! MORE LOST!" Also, they sang, at the top of their lungs, in unison, Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer, mind you, it is 75 degrees. Everyone we passed got a cherge out of this.
"One cute kid + one old fart" or "half sassy, half gassy"We taxed the caravan for another trip, this time to check out the vow renewal service/30th wedding anniversary for the folks in Savannah. Note: at 1:32 of the video when the Priest asks for an "I do," someone in the congregation got a bit confused (that, or there is more to the story) and responded "I do" to which, the Priest says "someone answered for David." Good stuff. Father Chidi (likely butchered the spelling) also provided another highlight by wearing and leaving with a hat after the post-service party which read, "working man and beer." The hat, of course, was equipped with a bottle opener on the bill. The night then devolved into a cockroach eating, high speed pellet gun shooting evening. Yeah, that's right. I'll do you a favor by leaving out the part where I explain where Christopher was "catching" Seans pellets. You're welcome. I'll also not upload the video. You're welcome again.
"ran out of fire, ran out of fire..." Up and down the driveway with sparklers.
No explanation necessary
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