Anne & Aunt Barb had fun swimming......
Just after this picture was taken, the pool boy brought our drinks, with little tiny umbrellas. They were yummy.
Too bad we don't have Smell-a-vision (or maybe it's a good thing), because you would appreciate the near-toxic levels of bug repellant being worn by the participants of this lovely golf outing:
Go-kart racing with Adam:
I must say that I was anxious to test my skills against the guy who has never actually driven a real car (to the best of his parent's knowledge) but who can lap me repeatedly while playing Gran Tourismo or whatever game he has. Here he is talking smack while waiting in line at the track:
Here we are in the start house. Adam is in the #8 Budweiser, and I am right behind. I was feeling pretty confident, happy with my position, planning to draft the first few laps, and then slingshot past at the finish. Adam has his game face on.
So much for my plan. As it turns out, one of the attendants in the picture above had loosened one of the wires in my engine, which caused my car to lose power in the final lap. The results are pictured below. That's me in the white car. Just after this picture was taken, sparks and flames shot out of the back of my car, and I went careening off the track, through the fence and into the ice cream stand, which caught fire and burned to the ground. Fortunately no one was hurt, but all the ice cream was melted.
Aside from the golf outing,
Dad didn't leave the
safety and comfort of
the air-conditioned
condo all week.
He's the smart one, for sure.
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