Hello all you Monday mourners
Well, I think the shells went well. At least a few were eaten. We left the rest with Wendy's parents. The reunion went well as far as reunions. The shells seem to be needing something else to be truly good. They were alright, but not wonderful. I guess that is what makes a true chief, knowing what to add to the ingredients.
Last night our friend, Charles came over and we played on the Wii. He was pretty good. He and I played the Wii Sports. Toward the end of the evening we were on the practice portions. He was pretty good with the tennis. I struggled to get one while he was in the twenties. In the baseball home run derby he smacked the ball consistently over 500 feet, while I barely made 300. There was a funny part in the golf practice. The goal was to get close to the hole. I made a shot that hit the flag pin and rolled of the green. Do I get any credit? Nope, it did not count. It was funny and frustrating at the same time.
An athlete I am not, not even in the feet.
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