A lot of friends and family showed up and gorgeous weather was enjoyed by all. Dad lined up a tractor and gave hayrides. I may be allergic to hay. It is appearing to be the case.
Boyd does a great gorilla imitation. Honestly. It is uncanny. There were times while dating that he would go into "gorilla mode" in public places. Humiliating. He would sometimes break into his ape-walk while we were going to our car in the parking lot. I would yell at him to knock it off . . . . consequently, there were a lot of stares. And most of them were directed at me with disgust: "Be nice to that special needs man!" So unfair.
Anyway.
During the hayride, Boyd was gorilla running in the corn field and scaring the beejeebers out of the children. Its what he does best. They were supposed to throw bananas at him to tame him. He was supposed to throw dirt chunks (as in "poo") at us.
We served the ever popular poop tacos. Sister1 made guacomole coming out of a jack-o-lantern and labeled it "upchuck". There was popcorn with little plastic mice in it, maggots and beetles (rice and beans), etc. Clever and disturbing, right?!
Kickball and football were played; children laughed and cried; dogs caused mayhem and stole food and the adults ignored the children and the dogs. It was a lovely day.
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| Brother2, Cooper, Oli, O, G and Baby Cate |
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