We had an interesting this weekend, mainly in part to the gorgeous weather Mother Nature provided us with. It all started early on Saturday morning when Hubby got a chance to go on his first ever turkey hunting trip. He bagged a very handsome gobbler that will feed us well on Easter. I took lots of pics of him doing burlesque type poses with the gorgeous feathers, but you'll just have to believe me since my POS Dell is still in the shop and I can't upload photos. He explained to me that it was quite challenging to actually call the turkeys in. Evidently, they don't answer to "gobble, gobble" and they have excellent eyesight and hearing. He even had camoflauge socks on, so cute! Err, I mean handsome. Cute is not a good hunting word, or so I've been informed.

On Saturday afternoon, C-dub had his very first coach pitch practice game. Again, I took lots of pics but they will probably forever live on my camera since my worthless, POS, I hate Dell, computer is living with another man. A man who will hopefully perform a miracle and save my pictures. I guess there was a reason I bought the external hard drive. Too bad I wasn't smart enough to use it.

After the game, I took the kids to the park playground and let them burn up some pent-up energy. All was well until tweaker Granny showed up with her red plastic cup. I dunno 'bout you, but whenever I see someone packing around a plastic cup at the park on a beautiful sunny day, I tend to think the person might be enjoying a Beverly rather than a glass of Kool-Aid. Once she stood near me, my suspicions were correct and I realized that Granny was lit to high heaven. Thankfully, the little gal she was ever so carefully instructing on proper slide technique, had other adults there to care for her.

While watching my kiddos, tweaker drunk Granny called over to her lazy lover, tweaker drunk Grandpa. Tweaker drunk Grandpa also instructed the little gal on how to properly use the playground equipment, in a painfully, deliberate, complete with speech slurred sorta way.

Finally, the Grandparents of the Year decided to leave and I watched them walk off towards the street. I hoped beyond hopes they had walked to the park rather than drove, but amazingly enough, I saw them stop at a little truck and open the door. They were planning on driving away. While I dialed the police on my cell phone, I watched as tweaker drunk Grandma first climbed in the driver's seat. Realizing she'd be better to let the drunker of the two drive, she slid to the middle and left tweaker drunk Grandpa take over the helm of their ride. As I provided pertinent information to the police, they drove off; right down the same street where hundereds of people had gathered to watch first baseball games, fly kites, have BBQ's and enjoy the beautiful weather. Like I've said before, what a pair of asshats.

I dunno if the police ever caught them, but I sure hope they did. I can't stand drunk drivers and will always do my part to protect my family and community. I hope you'd do the same in a situation like that.

How as your weekend? What was the weather like in your neck of the woods?