what we call fun in the middle of nowhere may not look like fun to you- but hey, we are simple people and we don't need much to entertain ourselves! give us some sharp darts and a few zesty mozerella sticks and we are happy campers.
on new years eve 2012 we:
played darts, (which was a Christmas gift from me to the hubs...i can tell it's
going to be a family favorite for a long time.)
did a snow shoe tour d'france,
drove to town for a burger, found our regular haunt closed....
screamed "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO" in unison,
drove to the next nearest town...... 127 miles away- JUST KIDDING,
shared some appetizers at a different bar & grill,
spent some time looking at all his taxidermied animals decking the walls and halls.
(the owner was the trapping buddy of the guy we bought our place from).
i insisted on using the british set of darts
after we got home we had an organized dart tournament-and there was no messing around anymore. i had gotten my game on and was enjoying complete domination. none of the guys like to lose so i pritnear had to bribe them with cold cash to keep them playing against me. : ) we ended the evening eating ice cream and playing liars dice and i don't think i've ever enjoyed my grandson more. he was hilarious in his attempts to keep a straight face and coerce the rest of us in his attempts to fool us with his dice!
do you remember steve urkle?
* did he have dimples like these???
well then, do you remember mrs. doubtfire?
up north, we call this fun.