MEMORIAL WEEKEND...Sunday

Sunday was a less eventful day (in terms of physical activity not spiritual activity). Gotta keep the Sabbath.

All events happen in real pm time

130 - 430: Church (don't even get me started on afternoon Church!!!)
500: drive and eat at the 'rents while they are out doing chores
530: make cookies
600 - 700: eat cookies
700: cram 4 grown adults in to the backseat of parents Camry and drive to the Trenton cemetery to visit graves of family members
715: pay respects
730: watch boys swing from flag pole. No reverence here.
745: laugh at pops when he realizes that he has a huge hole in the crotch area of his pants and then cram back into the Camry for the drive home.
800: eat more cookies.
805 - to the end of basketball game: eat cookies while watching the Orlando-Cleveland basketball game.
930: eat more cookies and wonder why Brandon won't bring his lady friend down to meet the family.
935: wander up stairs (while eating a cookie) to meet Brandon's lady friend. After introduction, Brandon and lady friend escape downstairs to avoid family. strange.
940: drown sorrows of Brandon's rejection to family by eating more cookies.
945-1030: talk to 'rents and Cort while eating cookies. Realize that it is in the 10's and I'm still awake...and eating cookies.
1030-1050: drive home sick and depressed because of the amount of cookie consumption.

Pics from the day...

Oh ladies...they are single...except for the one in the back. He's taken.

This a picture of my brother and his "attractive" boots he must have stole from a 12 foot tall woman. Oh yes he is one of the single guys I referred to above. Side Story: Last week Cort was working in the field and suddenly realized that he had to go to the bathroom. Being the boy scout that he is he dropped his drawers and attended to his business (aka went the bathroom). While his drawers we around his ankles a bee decided to test out the surface area of Cort's butt. That's right a bee stung him on his bear butt. Hilarious. Classic. Awesome.

Crammed in the Camry on the way to the cemetery. Why is Brandon pretending to lick my face? Strange.
That is some sexy (flag) pole dancing attire.
You don't want to know.
He's mine!
Next up Monday's activities...stay tuned I'm on a roll