Shermer twins activate

Last weekend was another busy weekend for me. By "another busy weekend" I of course mean it was the second busy weekend I have ever had. The Shermer girls came to visit and it was a splendid time. It was a short visit and I think we got a lot done in that amount of time. The highlight of the weekend of course being the "First Annual Wiffleball Tournament Extravaganza." I gathered some friends, told them to meet at the park and to bring me food and we had a good time. The nice thing about having old friends meet new friends is that I can make up things about them and tell them that it's true. Really you have to stick with it, and it's not funny to anyone but me, but who really else matters? For instance I spend a good 15 minutes telling my Texas friends that the Shermers were actually named Shermans. I did this by saying things like, "Yes I lived with the Shermans when I was in Duluth." And, "I knew the Shermans from High School." And, "Don't ask them if they make tanks, they hear it all the time." So then it comes time to eat and someone says, "Get over here Shermans it's time to eat." Then the two groups merge and they start chatting and I get to see Christie's reaction as she thinks of how to politely say that her last name isn't Sherman...I guess you had to be there.

Anyway the wiffleball game started with me and the Shermans getting to the park early. It's a private park in the neighborhood my brother lives in and I've never seen anyone else there since I first started going there. That day though, the one day I plan an event, there happens to be a family reunion of some sort going on. They are hogging the two tables and grills, but luckily they just seem to be happy sitting and the field is left untouched. Christie, Amy, and I try to get a few swings in at the wiffleball before the rest of the group arrives, but that doesn't last long until one of local punk kids comes up and challenges us to a game. I of course except and seeing how he is about 65lbs and 13 yrs old I instantly start trash talking. We start playing and I can tell that my incredibly witty banter is wearing them down. Try as they might to trash talk back, they are no match for me and my 5th grade reading level. That's until one of them calls me an Oscar Meyer Wiener...which eventually leads to Jimmy Dean Sausage, which eventually leads to Beef Jerky...I am no match for a little man that knows his meats so well. Unfortunately for him I thrive on meat, so I really took it as a complement...plus I was wearing Jack Link's aftershave.

Me and the Shermans did other things as well. We went on a short hike (or according to Denise a long hike) with Todd and Denise and their troupe of dogs. We also spent most of Friday in traffic, which is always fun, and on Sunday Bonnie made us Easter Lunch. All in all I believe the trip was a success and the Shermans fear of visiting was proved unwarranted. We ate a lot of good Texan food, played some games, and I dominated them all at mini golf. Now Christie is off to Africa and Amy to Angora...I don't know who has it worse.
Thanks for coming...

Me striking out Christie

Amy and Denise were lucky enough to stand next to me

It took us hours but Hulu Hut was worth every minute