Round I Don't Know How Many

I woke up to this.

I knew it was P reminding me that he'd be close.

Today was softball and bbq day!

This is how it all started.

Mr. Watkins, Beyta, and I head to Sam's Club to get the food for 200 people.

Mr. W has one cart.

Beyta has the other.

I have the receipt.

As we are walking out, I say to Beyta that I'm a bit concerned about the cookies sliding off the bottom of the cart.

Beyta says, "Why do you worry so much??!!"

Pictured:

Me, trying to salvage the cookies on the trays that slid off of the bottom of the cart while Beyta eats the ones that fell on the ground.

It's fine.

I'm fine.

Everything is fine.

Mr. Watkins just kept right on walking, but made sure to turn around to get a picture.

Anywho, we made it with most of the cookies...

Everyone was fed.

Well.

Everyone was hydrated.

Well.

Those who wanted to play softball got in four innings.

Those who didn't made sure to heckle those who were playing.

And I am done for another six months, or so.

Missed you, P.

No one was injured.

You're welcome.