Fun Fun Fun

Driving around in a golf cart IS fun. I suppose my biases about people riding around on them in town were unfounded, and snotty. I was a passenger at the Bayfield Parade, collecting information for the announcers. Adam drove and I rode shotgun. Over the course of the weekend, Adam's face, regardless of the amount of sunscreen, turned the colour of a scarlet ribbon. Yesterday, we went to the "Kill Yourself at a Company Event", and I wasn't injured. Although, my go-cart driving leaves a lot to be desired. I had to drive with one of Gibbles' friends and I did do a bit of unintentional off roading. Really, it was a mistake, I ended up on the grass twice and passing a few people. I had a mouthful of dirt because of all the laughing and screaming I did, it was like my mouth was a big net for gravel. I passed Adam twice on the course, he blamed the motor on his cart, but I reminded him that I possessed "pure skill". He became a little irritated. Again, he said his motor was not functioning properly, I said "maybe it was because your foot couldn't reach the gas pedal." His scarlet ribbon face turned purple. I am not a nice wife, that's okay, because Adam, "The Human Pillow" is the perfect person to tease, and secretly loves it. He is the type of person you just want to poke. I skipped the water slides, it was bloody freezing. My children were turning blue lipped, and goose pimply. All in all it was a good weekend. Unfortunately, my knees are pooched and I feel like I have a malfunctioning artificial hip. I hardly can get up the stairs today. Someday I will be completely bionic. The back of my truck is filled with large spiders. Thank god they can't get into the cab. Adam and I grabbed a composter from his Grandfather's old apartment which wasn't used. It had become a tenement building for juicy fat spiders. Now I am afraid to open the tailgate.