ANDREW, ANDREW GOD IS CALLING...

Saturday was the annual Andrew family reunion. Uncle Curt and Aunt Barb were in charge of it this year and did a great job. We launched rockets, played kickball and had lunch. It was one day and very relaxed...just the way I like it.

Hey ladies! See this sexy beast sportin' the good old sweat pants? He is S-I-N-G-L-E. I will give out phone number upon request. He loves Mariah Carey, riding his unicycle, ballets and a good cry while watching a chick flick. You may also be asking yourselves, "how does he get such great hair?" Well it is pretty complicated, but allow me to explain. Cort's hair process is done in 3 stages. STAGE 1: goop it up. This means put tons of product on it. Gel, moose, hairspary, etc. STAGE 2: get in a car and drive between 45-55 mph and stick your head out of the window. STAGE 3: Wait about 10 minutes and repeat stage 2. Ok so I was just kidding...about everything other than the hair process. Cort really likes sports, building things, sports, burping and sports.
The three geeks...er I mean amigos.
I was surprised on how far some of the rockets went.
This was our rocket. Pretty impressive, huh. I still owe mom 10 bucks for it.
The 'rents just chillin'

Unfortunately I didn't get any pics of our rousing game of kickball. Let's just say that I need to go back to the 5th grade. Clayton on the other hand did just swell. I say that strictly in an unbiased way. He blames his stellar skills on the fact that he still has to prove himself to the extended family. Whatever. That is the wrap-up. Until next year...