SERENITY NOW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (part two)

Ah, now I feel better. It helps if you scream it like George Costanza, trust me, scream it now. Feels good doesn't it?

What the heck is this?

We were fortunate to go to Charleston SC last weekend for a wedding. Saw a lot of faces that haven't been seen (by me anyway) in a long long time. It was a 5:30 outdoor wedding; you know the risks involved, well it happened. As the groomsmen were entering the bottom fell out. I ran back to the car (OK I ran a little, then stopped, bent over and caught my breath, then walked very quickly) to get some umbrellas, by the time I got back everyone was under the tent. We waited for a little while and then resumed the ceremony. This time the wedding party came in a little more quickly and were less spaced apart. It was a grand time, we were able to spend some time with Jay & Holly, had a fancy brunch the next morning and then took off to get back home. This fountain was beautiful and had a great symbolic message, but all I could think about was my father giving me Pepto-Bismol one time before, well let's just say before the coast was clear. Now try to get that graphic image from your brain. 

Jackson was home for a few days so we fished on Monday. Caught enough for dinner but not much more. He really liked the new boat; oh yeah, keep meaning to post some pictures of that. Maybe next week, the FO is fishing with me this weekend. 

Let's see, how do we make the first picture come full circle? Really easy; I worked the church pumpkin patch a couple of weeks ago and saw some little baseball players from Newport. They played in a fall league game, looked to be 5-7 years old. One told me that he is the pitcher. I asked if he could throw a breaking ball, he said the coaches won't let him, and that he has to wait until he has hair under his arm before he can. No, you can't make that stuff up. BTW when I googled the phrase "hairy arm pit" to retrieve that picture there was nothing but pictures of women with..................you get the idea. I've got a feeling I'm going to be receiving some really weird e-mails in the future.

Off to FL Monday morning