Family Fun & Games

We had a great time celebrating Dad's 78th birthday yesterday.

Here is our grillmeister, my brother Darrell. Nice shirt.

The bratwurst and beer were in good supply, as were the Packer flags. This is Wisconsin, after all, and we have a reputation to uphold.

What reputation that is, exactly, is questionable.

Around here, gesturing with plastic forks is completely acceptable.

As is making goofy faces.



Height is irrelevant. Love is what really matters.

And a sense of humor.

We played games, including lawn darts, which have been banned in the U.S.

Just call us outlaws. We're okay with that.

No peony bushes were injured.

Darrell pitched a few balls to the youngsters. First base was the edge of the garden, second the rock by the stump, etc.

We also played a new game, my personal favorite, called Pass the Cute Baby.

Requirements: Chandler.





We don't play Who Has the Best Hair, but there is an unofficial family champ. Hint: It's not Joy, Darrell's friend.

Definitely not my other brother Russ, who is so over his hair. Not me either.

It's not Terry, Nita, or Dad.

Although her locks are quite lovely, it's not my daughter.

No, the one who got the long, thick, wavy hair in the family is none other than our grillmeister himself.

There really is no competition.

Hey, no one ever said life was fair. But funny is good enough for me.