Ah…the dust has settled. Everyone has gone home and the house is empty (save for two little naughty cats). But all the signs of a good party are visible.
And, I arm wrestled a man and won.
But, if you’re going to at least make it “a deal“, why not a “big deal”?
After all, Biceps has worked his bunz off for the last five months to not only graduate, but graduate number 1 in his class-both in academics and physical fitness. And-he was the “old guy” in the group. What a stud.
(Sorry, but a lady’s got to brag on her man every once in awhile.)
With the help of friends and family, we made it a “big deal”. There was a lot of food…
Our friends have a bizarre sense of humor.
I think I might have had more fun creating the games than anyone had playing them. I giggled as I sewed up the dummy for the “Dummy Drag” and laughed outright as I hung a plywood cat up in a tree for the “Ladder Climb”.
I’m sure my neighbors think I’m bizarre, too.
Congratulations, Biceps. I’m so proud of you.