Uncle Monkey and The Carriers

I write this from my death bed. The long weekend is winding down and the family is recovering from another visit from Hawkman and his disease carriers. I am not blaming them for infecting my family with some sickness. It is probably a coincidence that the last couple of times they have been here, my family ends up yakking and sneezing and coughing. Pure coincidence.
Ask the Hawkman about this and he will claim that his family is not sick. Thus, carriers. They just happened to have been down in GA last weekend and picked up some kind of GA flu that they carry without symptoms.
Other than that, it was a good weekend. Hawkman brought his brother to the festivities. He has picked up the nickname, Uncle Monkey. I don't know if this is humorous or scary. I think there are some isssues there but I will leave that for another time.
Needless to say, the brats were cooked to perfection. RawBratMan was there and marvelled at the idea of having the ENTIRE dog cooked. There were 40 people at my house. Mostly children. It looked like a day care center gone bad. Being the good host, I was up on the trampoline jumping with the kids. I had to get down and finish cooking. That is when I jumped from the trampoline to the Little Tykes picnic table we use as a step for the trampoline. Well fatty just destroyed the table. I crushed it like it was cardboard. Guess the whole diet thing isn't working out like I planned.