Evidently not enough to get online, but I did.
This was a pretty good weekend, even if I did have more than my share of moments where I sat in the car by myself going, "I really, really, REALLY fucking hate everyone." I'm not exactly sure why, and I can't even blame PMS, but there it is. Maybe this UNRELENTING STUPID HEAT. Maybe. From 60 to 90 in 3 days is not right. Is there a complaint box? Because I have some stuff to say about this ridiculousness. This is NOT how you run things. It's just not.
We saw a family and friends and had fun and also lots of tasty food and snacks PLUS I got a ridiculous sunburn on one side of my neck and half my chest. I look like a before and after ad for sunblock.
We also went to Greenfield Village, thanks to the good auspices of Unmitigated Me, and saw the Civil War Remembrance activities.
|I'm sweating just remembering them.|
At which point I realized that I have become an old lady because:
1. I immediately had to go the bathroom.
2. I wanted my sun hat.
3. I struck up conversations with EVERYONE. The ladies in the Temperance camp, the woman sitting next to me at the fashion show [fancy! but HOT!], the young men at the Civil War pavilion.
4. I made the husband wear a badge identifying him as a veteran.
5. I routed our day so that we were near bathrooms AND buildings where we could go in and cool off.
6. I made the husband go and get the car.
It was a lot of fun. I highly recommend going. And taking the husband, because he will get the car AND turn on the AC full blast.
We also took part in our annual Family Water Balloon Fight on Memorial Day. My cousin filled over 600 water balloons and we went nuts. Well, mostly everyone else went nuts while I took pictures with my sister's camera and tried to stay out of the line of fire, like a good war correspondent.
The younger kids are now old enough where they are wily and plan out their attacks. The husband was bombed mercilessly. I was hit by friendly fire RIGHT IN THE STOMACH while I was trying to take pictures. That hurt A LOT.
Next year, I'm bringing a supersoaker. Or a hose.