To say thanks to my parents for watching the girls while I played in the glorious Bahamas, and to over all just tell them how much we kids love them, we had a dinner for their 25th anniversary at my house. I made chicken tacos and mexican rice, and everyone pitched in with guacamole, drinks, and dessert (West also pulled out all the different flavors of rum cake that we brought home) and we ate ourselves silly. Early in the afternoon West decided to fix my sink faucet. It has zero water pressure. He took the nozzle of the end of the hose on my faucet and let it soak in lime away. Knowing everyone was coming over, he put a rather large pair of channel grips across the faucet, so an unknowing family member would stop before turning on the handle and actually look at the situation. That didn't stop my dad. Putting the channel grips aside (what are these here for?) he turns on the water and... the faucet launches water across the entire kitchen, hitting my mom full force in the back of the head as she's cutting tomatoes, and actually made it to the fireplace in my front room. Now that's what I call pressure! This alone was entertainment enough, but my sister McKell does the same thing, turning on the faucet (though in her defense, my dad never returned the channel locks as a warning) and the water flies across the entire kitchen, hitting ME in the side of the face while I stood by the fireplace... in the FRONT ROOM. At this point, as we're all rolling with laughter, West decides that it would be in the best interest of the remainder of the dinner, to put the faucet back together.
Aiden checking out my mountain backyard:
Not the best pictures of the four of us, but hey... we're all together.
Though in this grouping of sisters, I look like the odd man out ha ha.
Grandpa playing guitar and singing with the grand kids:
1 comment:
What a funny situation! I love your parents. Say hi to them for me :)
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