Festive Fourth Weekend

This weekend went by quickly and was spent mostly with family. Usually I like to have a three day weekend but I ended up working last Friday. Traffic sucked on my two plus hour commute home. Fortunately Ebone drove for most of it. Unfortunately he has the navigation sense of a rock. Fortunately I didn't really care because I slept. Love the carpool when people actually show up.
Saturday had me and the herd over at the in-laws. We swam, ate, watched the fireworks and did a little drinking. I have discovered that I really like Corona I seem to be able to knock back more of those than usual beers and still feel fine. Even the next morning. So we were at the in-laws and of course that means Nosaj sightings. Nosaj was feeling bold and wanted a piece of the Jiggy on the tennis court. He wasn't bad but there was no way he was going to outlast me. His only saving grace was I had to leave to cart one of my spawn to a birthday party. Having tons of kids with tons of friends pretty much guarantees a birthday party every weekend. I get back to the festivities and begin to drink only to rediscover that Nosaj makes a mean brat. I mean he gives Lumpy a run for his money. Must be the Wisconsin thing. I also learned, however, that burger skills are not inherit of brat skills. Oh he cooked the outside just fine. It was the inside that was still moooing. I am never one to complain, yeah right, so I laid into him and he had more excuses than Carter has liver pills. I don't know what that means but old people say it alot.

Yesterday was spent with my relatives. We had a cookout and the kids were able to swim again. The extra bonus at this event was they had crabs and blueberry bushes. The kids were in heaven. The bonus for me was there were loads of relatives that had not seen the kids recently so I was able to pawn them off frequently. The cookout also involved more Coronas. These were provided by Uncle Billd who gets his first mention here. He threw the pump fake by saying he would supply the beer and then opens his cooler and hands me a Natty Light. What could I do, I had to take the offered beer. There were people around. Then everyone starts laughing as he takes back the fake beer and reaches deeper in the cooler for the Ronas. Disaster averted. Later we went back to my sister's house for a fine gourmet meal. As the sister and Billd and me and the wife are standing around the kitchen talking, I think I can sneak an ole silent gas bomb out unnoticed. Well it was silent and obviously the kids weren't making enough noise throughout her house because I was found out. I little embarrassment to end an otherwise pretty good weekend.