Afterglow 2013 - Day 1 Saturday

Some kids were riding back and forth on various devices and Dale just had to try out one of their scooters. He may be getting up there in years but he is still a kid at heart. This scooter is propelled by manpower and operates kind of like one of those old railroad handcars, except you pump with your feet. It took a couple of tries but soon he was zooming around like a pro. We were worried he'd love it so much that walking would seen mundane. Eventually he had to give it back to this kid that I nicknamed Pajama Joe. That sounds like a great name for a bum. I wish this kid the best, but now I hope he grows up to be a hobo.

A bad hot tub is better than no hot tub at all, but this one still sucks. Look at it - four normal people are sitting in it and they are barely immersed in water. What is the point of that? It's not fun + it doesn't make you feel any better. This hot tub is bogus.

Our cabin was in way overdue for some much needed updates, but I would have been ok had they left the old kitchen floor and put the money towards a new hot tub. Just saying. I get more use out a hot tub than a floor. I think that everyone would.

But I did really like what they have done with the place. I took these pictures and sent them to James to show him the décor updates that Cabin #2 received. Gone are the Texas Longhorn and spurs from the light fixtures as they have been replaced with a modern touch. The bathroom paneling, cabinets, sink and curtains were also brand new, which would make being in here for extended periods of time more enjoyable if you know what I mean. A man likes to feel comfortable and at ease when he's sitting on his throne.

Vacation changes people. I don't think I've ever seen Jenny eat a corndog in my entire life. I don't think I've ever seen her eat a hot dog. Doesn't she know what those things are made out of? Lips and assholes. Or at least that's what those raccoon bastards in The Great Outdoors told me. That never stops me from including them in a medley of Super Mac and eating it right out of the pot. Life is good.

I'm not normal. I've known that for a long time. There is something inside of me that compels me to be different than everyone else and think outside of the box. Most people drink beverages out of a glass. I saw this measuring cup in the cupboard (is that why they call it a cupboard? Huh. That makes sense.) and I used it to mix a whiskey drink. I sat outside on Cabin #1's picnic table and everyone gave me a hard time for doing this. What's so wrong with it? It hold liquid. It has a handle. You can drink out of it. My Mom didn't approve of it because she knew what was in there, but when does my Mom ever approve of anything I do? NEVER! So I always do what I want.