Spoons....The Ultimate

Our first adventure (number 8 on our list) started out as a birthday surprise for Anna and Abby. Sarah Fisher, Mabe, and Sarah plotted a picnic outing with all the trimmings...chips, homemade slaw, and Price's BBQ and sweet tea. We ferried the unwitting girls off to Kiesel Park where we enjoyed our lunch and the beautiful afternoon.

Nothing like food, friends, and fellowship...

Soaking in the sun after chowing down.

Sarah 1 and Sarah 2

"What a beautiful day for a picnic,

What a picnical day for a lark,

We frolicked all day, in the merriest way,

and we didn't come home until dark."

The sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, the butterflies were fluttering, and the clouds were floating by, and the spoons were flying. That's right...spoons were flying, as was Mabe, but we're getting ahead of ourselves. Our afternoon was concluded with a series of very rowdy games of Spoons. Many of you have heard of the game Spoons. While that game is fun for some people, we prefer to spice things up a mite and make it ULTIMATE SPOONS. What makes Spoons ultimate? Try placing the spoons a minimum of 20 yards away from your circle and (if you're not in the game) stand back while the competitors stampede each other to claim their piece of plastic serving-ware. You've never seen such animalistic survival of the fittest. Sweet, innocent young ladies, the apples of their mothers' eyes, become like rabid 6-5 300lb. linebackers with the quarterback in their sights. Be forewarned that bruises, scrapes, small contusions, and full-blown body slams are likely to occur (we do not encourage small children, frail elders, or expecting mothers to participate).

To the victor belongs the spoon.

We came...we saw...we spooned.

The day ended, and we left the park, fuller, wiser, more bruised, and battered than before.

One down, sixteen to go.