Country Folk Can Have A Good Time Too

This weekend on the range has been very fun. We drank beer non-stop and went cow tipping and rode our beat up Fords in the mud. Then we played Scrabble, cause that’s what us country folks do.

Just kidding about the cow tipping, truck driving and Scrabble playing. Us country folk know how to have a good city time. We mostly just hung out by the pool and drank beer. We played pool vollyball (which I suck at, majorily) and shared lots of laughter and jokes.

On Saturday, which was the party for all those summer birthdays, Karen read a really touching letter she wrote to Granny and Papa. Presents were exchanged and Thomas was set loose on the cake. Shannon had tried to teach him how to poke holes in the icing with his finger like we all did as babies so that the adults wouldn’t know. However, Thomas thought it would be more fun to scoop up all the icing flowers and then eventually stick his whole head in the cake. It was really cute, but needless to say I didn’t have cake…not that I would have anyway. I hate coconut and I hate coconut cake.