Fathered Five

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There’s new snow on the mountaintops here. It’s true: snow. Before the end of summer. It was the same storm that drenched our campsite two hours north of here last weekend. We spent two nights in the tent on the hard ground. Then the rain chased us into the camper-trailer of my sister in law for the third night. See me and Her Hotness and four of the five AND four relatives smashed into an 8 feet wide and twelve feet long aluminum cell on wheels. Oh yeah, AND I broke my foot playing sand volleyball. Now if that isn’t a demonstration of “tard,” I don’t know what is.

I’m grousing but it really wasn’t bad. Except for the near fatal athletic injury, of course. The kids had a good time and that’s what this trip was all about from the beginning. I knew that going in. And Her Hotness’s family is relatively sane when the parents aren’t around.

Stay tuned for next time when I tell you all about the big guy on the diving platform and the 300 total strangers who all united to cheer for him.

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