Last weekend I went on a much needed camping trip with my cousins, their boys, and some other friends. The weekend began as peaceful and relaxing as any of us could have hoped for. We told stories by the campfire, basked in the sun, went on a nice hike, frolicked through a field of lady bugs (more on this later), and fork fed three canines.
All in all, nice and serene.
But Then....
FIGHT CLUB ENSUED!!!!
Danny got down and dirty despite his bum ankle, and recent Frisbee injury. 
Bridget beat the crap out of all of us! Check out this warrior woman's buffness! It is rumored that she eats small animals and Wheaties for breakfast, prior to going on a 634 mile sprint. :)
This action shot session went on for the perfect amount of time. six hours. Steve was quite the good sport letting us all swing our limbs at his face.
Now just for the record. The first rule of fight club: NEVER TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB.
3 comments:
I seriously look forward to your blog posts. I usually read them when Lilah is napping (mommy time!) and have to quietly laugh as I scroll down your posts. You are the best, keep it up. You make my bad days better. Love ya!
Hilarious!
still waiting for the hooker post
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