Dad’s Surprise Party Continued…
Yes, I made Pumpkin Poop. Blame Pinterest…
…and Rachael made happy S’mores.
(Remember this face.)
I failed to remember to take a picture of the actual food,
I guess I was too busy scarfing down chili and cornbread. Mhhmm.
I also failed to capture a picture of Mom. The little hostess with the Mostess wouldn’t
stand still long enough for a shot. I’m pretty sure I get my ways from her.
Lots more family and friends:
My brother would never survive with the gangs.
This is his attempt at gangsta, and why I love him so much:
On second thought, none of them would survive in gangs. Look at those peace signs.
Don’t try so hard to look happy, Chel:
The apple juggling began sometime after the battle of the cucumbers slices.
(ie, throwing cucumber slices across the fire at each other.)
Anti-Juggling:
When you can’t juggle three apples, just throw one apple between three people.
Remember the happy, smiling S’more person?
I hope Karma isn’t real.
Happy Birthday to the best Dad in the world!!!!
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