Today marked the annual pilgrimage to Cheyenne (as in Wyoming) with my father and brother to enjoy as much free entertainment as is humanly possible by boys who have the attention span of granola.
We went to the Thunderbird Airshow.
While my father--former Air Force and current pilot but never an Air Force Pilot--said things like "The reason those afterburners are so loud is because of... *afterburners flying overhead*...and their fuel consumption...*more afterburners*...hours of flight time."
I thought "Look at the pretty flower."
Then he said "Wow, that is a tight formation!"
I thought "Mmm Hmm!"
What?
*afterburners*
I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you.
What I Made:
A picnic lunch. While I managed to escape with only a few gallons of gas and some sandwiches as fiscal evidence of our excursion, my father managed to do it with a mere $2.50 in ice cream. Guess who reigned superior in my kids' eyes?
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
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I don't remember you being so funny! I laugh at each post! Are you available in the next couple of days to get together? I thought I'd take Tade to the farm at Lee Martinez; do your boys like that? Let me know!
ReplyDeleteOh they get an MmmmHmmmm from me too. ;)
ReplyDeleteI actually love Air Shows. We have one out here every 2-3 years and they are always fun for me. Sounds like you had a great time.
ReplyDeletePS. I had all my Air Force paperwork ready to go, just never signed it, then my sister got sent to Saudi Arabia for the Operation Desert Shield. That nixed it for me.