The Long Weekend

We didn't do anything extremely productive around here this weekend. Well, I didn't. Pooteewheet worked on the yard and the garden and mowed and things like that. I was, relatively, a slacker. I blame the shingling last weekend, it sort of took me out of the mood to do anything that smelled of work. But we did plenty of non-productive things. Friday night I played games at Dan's house with Dan and Kyle in an ad hoc gaming session as Cookie Queen had left Dan in charge of the house for the evening. Unfortunately, for Dan'l, who had a definitive lead in Zombies, Kyle and I were able to make him spend three more hours achieving his last five zombies. Sean would have hated it. A closed loop city, and card drawing upon card drawing until it finally ground to an end. Pooteewheet and Eryn were nice enough to bring us chili in the middle of gaming, so it wasn't even that unhealthy.

Pooteewheet and I went to Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End (liked it). And my Dad (Grandpa John) and I went to Bug (oh man, did I hate that. It rightly deserves a post explaining how much I hated it, but I refuse to give it that much time. Ugh. Almost The Cave ugh).

I spent a lot of time in the hammock reading. And we bought a new fire pit and toasted marshmallows and made smores before camping out in the back yard. To clarify, Grandpa John camped out until about midnight, and when I came back from Pirates I took over. My back yard is very uncomfortable without an air matress and I was extremely tired today after a fitful night of a few hours of sleep. I was pretty sure that would be the case, which is why we did it on a day I didn't have to go to work the next day. Eryn slept like a rock.

Here's a picture of Eryn cooking her marshmallow on a super long stick. We're a little overprotective sometimes. The new firepit is obvious in the foreground.

Grandpa John and I join in the mallowing. Grandpa John probably shouldn't be eating marshmallows, but he burns them so thoroughly that it's more like eating charcoal, and the doctor feeds you that to check out your system, so it must be good for you.

Eryn prefers her marshmallows untoasted.

Unrelated, but from this weekend. We're only overprotective to a point. If you want to fall off the plastic house and give yourself a good bonk on the head, we're willing to let that slide.


The video versions... In vidceo one, if Eryn did cook her marshmallows, I'd have gotten a good scorching.

In item two, Eryn tries a smore. What kid doesn't like a smore? Crazy.