Father’s Day went well this year. You know holidays are always a bit of a crap shoot. And since one of my nieces has recently started reading my blog I’ll stick this in for her. Ahem…the definition of a crap shoot is an enterprise whose outcome is determined by chance.
We made it to church ON TIME (yeah, that makes us pretty much rock stars), had a nice lunch at Phil Sandoval’s and went swimming. The in-laws came over for dinner to celebrate the holiday and to look at Billy and James’ Europe pics.
Somewhere around picture number three hundred, Stella was over it. I sent her outside. We had a sweet moment together looking out at the stars.
Great Scott, look at my eyebrow. It’s out o’ control. Well, Stella didn’t mind. As evidenced by the audio in this video, five and a half is a sweet age…sometimes.
That eyebrow wasn’t the only thing that was out of control this week. Look what Dad found while he was clearing out brush in the country:
Is that the biggest black widow you’ve ever seen, or what! So creepy.
Between my eyebrow and this black widow I’m not sure which was worse. Hmm…the eyebrow, definitely the eyebrow.