Ellen, Budds, and I headed out first. We planned to tow the windsurfing board behind a jet-ski to see if we could "surf" on it. Unfortunately, Dad ties knots too tight and we couldn't bring out any of our toys with out his help so instead, Ellen floated around and I modeled the very jet-ski I tirelessly worked to rescue just three short days ago. It and I are now very close friends, though that's a fiasco that is much too long and I am sill to sore to type.
Finally, Mom and Pops showed up and our day of fun in the sun turned into a day of pleasing Ole Budds. That pushy dog just HAS to go with you.
Look where he is sitting.
Later, Dad ruined what could have been a lovely portrait.
And just moments after this, Mom got hit by a runaway surfboard. Don't worry, she's fine. The thing slid out of its harness and slapped the old lady in her right hand and thigh. Her fingers are stiff today and though she only mentioned this in passing, Dad told her to "stop whining."
When the day was done, Giggles and Dave came over for a Low country boil, ice cream, and a football game. Carolyn impressed us with her NFL knowledge asking for each players handicap and stating that he was "shooting from downtown."
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