'Pond-In-One'

Ty and I enjoyed a very recreational weekend (Yay! I'm a step closer to naturally golden-brown skin). Saturday afternoon we made our way to Clint's house for the Floatilla, which I've never been to before. I enjoyed sitting on Clint's back porch and watching the boats try to load and unload from the Legion. Some people can afford a boat, but few of them have the sense to drive it.

I was fine watching from afar. I was fine breezing past the crowds to do some surfing north of the party. However, I was not 100 percent fine when we ventured our way into the middle of the party. I was overwhelmed — this isn't exactly a family event.

Ty was good about it, "Focus on one thing. Like that fat, hairy, drunk guy over there dancing. See, that's funny." That was a good idea and that was funny. We diapered on our life jackets and bobbed in the water for a bit. That was a good idea, too. Until we were surrounded by soggy, swollen Chex Mix and cigarette butts — time to make an exit. Quite an experience, but I'm ready for a more normal weekend on the lake with less boats and less cigarette butts.

Sunday afternoon, after church and pot roast with Nana and Big Mick, we played golf with our good pals Marcus and LJ. It was an enjoyable round, despite what our score card read. We played until dark, and as we raced against the sun, our game grew more and more lackadaisical. On 17 tee, LJ announced that she was going for a hole-in-one, but as she described it, she ended up with a "pond-in-one."

We finished the evening with pizza and beers on the patio of PieWorks. It was a great end to our fun weekend. But it made coming to work today that much harder.