Note: I got distracted and sat on this post for over a week. Oops.
Last weekend, Kristian and I went down to Bourne to see my sister Christina. We stayed in her cabin with no electricity, heat, running water. That meant no email, no surfing the web, no alarm clock… It was great! I really enjoyed the chance to spend some time hanging out with Kristian with no outside distractions. It was the very definition of Quality Time. I think that it’s a good idea, every now and then, to have to amuse yourself without the aid of electricity. Kristian, however, did not like it when I attempted to amuse myself by farting on his head. I guess that some of us are more tied to the modern world than others… 😛
Here is my sister’s cabin:
Christina had to work on Saturday, so Kristian and I took off and headed for the beach. I have saved you the agony that is pictures of me in a bikini by not taking any. I’ve also saved you the excrutiating agony that is the other people on the beach (OMG! Obesity epidemic in America! So true!) by not taking any of those either. Here is a lovely picture of the marshes that we walked past on he way to the beach. Much nicer. Much, much nicer.
We were able to spring Christina out of work early by putting her boss in a good mood by fixing his computer. This meant more time for “Mini Golf! All day for $4.50!” I’m not sure if we got our money’s worth, however, because we left after going through the course just once. Our hasty retreat from the mini golf course just so happened to coincide with the arrival of several families with screaming children. And their equally screaming parents. Note to my fellow Americans: when your children are acting up, it only makes me more angry with you when you respond by causing an even louder scene. Next time, try saying “if you don’t stop hitting your sister with that club, then we are really going home” at a volume level that can’t be heard from a twelve mile radius. I bet you feel better. I know that I will.
We got in a fabulous round of mini-golf before the onslaught of the horrible people and their horrible children, however, so I am really not complaining (I swear! really!). I rediscovered the joys of hanging out with Christina and Kristian at the same time. Christina and I had some sisterly bonding by blatantly cheating on a particularly tough hole. In our defense, it was one of those horrible holes where you think that you’re done when you hit your ball into the “hole” on the green, but really it goes through some PVC piping and then you actually have to sink the ball one level down. I’m really more of a long ball person. My short game could use a little work. Also, it’s can’t really be called cheating when you’re as blatantly obvious about it as we were.
Hope: We kindof cheated on that hole.
Kristian: Yeah, I could tell that from the fact that I heard you guys giggling and then the balls came out the pipe five seconds after each other.
It was all in the name of sisterly bonding, I swear. Of course, Kristian and I ended up tied for the lead at the end. And he was able to say “well, I really won because you cheated” to which I replied “shut up, nobody loves a rules nazi, now stop speeding.”
Nothing completes a round of mini golf like taking pictures of each other in front of the crazy crap that they have out front. In that spirit, I present…
Christina with a hot dog!
(I hear that they’re really, really good)(but we’re not so fond of rat meat, so we got Thai Food for dinner)
Christina milking a fake cow!
Fake Cow: Ow that’s cold!Cow Mind Control!
Honestly… I have no idea what is going on in this picture…Kristian holding hands with a lobster!
Kristian: “Baby, you’ve got it all wrong. This crustacean means nothing to me!”The next day Kristian got back to his Mexican roots by working in the fields at Christina’s farm picking beans for no money. Then we dropped him off at Home Depot and told him not to come home until he’d earned at least a hundred bucks.
I kid. I kid! We were paid in beans! And plants! Christina gave us some lovely plants to put in our garden. Plus some live catnip so that the kitties can get their fix. And we only made Kristian promise to bring home a hundred dollars. It was late in the day after all…
Then we drove home and happily discovered that the cats had not killed each other while we were gone. Hooray!
Tabitha: “Someday I will eat the smaller cat when they aren’t looking.”Flickr Set here.
