Monday, October 10, 2011

Sunday

Well we slept way too late. I guess we're both just really tired. With all the moving and all the working, I suppose it makes sense.
But we still got French toast for breakfast, so I guess we were forgiven.
Then Dad took Stinky for a ride on the motorcycle. She had somehow managed to go all this time without ever riding one. So now
She has. She also learned how to drive the Mule.
After they got back we went up to the RC track and raced the cars around until their batteries ran out. I got some pretty good jumps in. Stinky got stuck a lot. It was pretty funny. We were all being quite silly. And then the smell from the cows in a pasture off yonder blew on in, and that just stunk like someone had never bathed ever. I do like cows, but phew, that was atrocious.
Next it was time to go to the shooting range. Yup, he has one of those too. Stinky drove the Mule down and back. She was much better than me with the rifle and the .38, but I owned her on the .22. It was an old west gun, so just felt totslly normal to me and I shot quite well. I was surprised.
More of Stinky driving the Mule. She did a much better job with that than she did with the RC cars ha ha.
Grilled cheese sandwiches- the real ones- and potato soup for dinner. Great after a day of adventure out in the wilderness.
Got Stinky to stay up a little later; we all sat around watching brain teaser games and talking and such.
What a silly night we had.
Can I just say how funny it is to shower in a trailer shower? Things fall, movement is dangerous, nothing fits. It's like some kind of comedy skit writing itself. If you're not the one in, all the noises from the one that is have you chuckling in no time.
Stinky had to pack for her flight the next day and we just got a case of the sillies. We just couldn't stop giggling. And we slept horribly. But we kept laughing at that too.
Stinky fell clean out of the bed with a giant thump. I couldn't stop laughing. When she tried to get settled again, she whacked her head. Much more giggling ensued.
I bet if dogs could laugh, Emma would have laughed at both of us for being such silly goobers.

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