You know how I said that this summer in Texas was hot, so hot in fact that the whole state just about burst into flames (this is no laughing matter, it really did
), well it was, and it did. So basically The Husband did everything he could to stay cool, which meant water (I’m guessing his delicate French nature wasn’t accustomed to the scorching Texas sun
Here he is sliding down the slide.
And riding the floaty turtle.
Poor floaty turtle.
C A N N O N B A L L !
And here he is staying cool and cheating on Fifty at the same time. Poor Fifty. But no worries, while we were on holiday in Texas, Monsieur Fifty was at ‘camp’.
We went to the lake too, where we tried to cool off, but it’s a little difficult when the lake has been baking in that scorching sun all summer, it basically turns into a lukewarm bath. It’s kind of icky. So we opted for pulley fun time instead.
That’s me and Disco Gayle (who is currently with me in Le Petit Village, but at the moment she’s sleeping so I’m typing as quiet as a little mouse) all set for pulley fun time…
W O O H O O !
We love pulley fun time!
Until this happens…
Getting flipped off of a raft during pulley fun time, is not nearly as much fun in your thirties as it is when you’re a kid. That sh*t hurt.
And look who got to drive the boat…
But never during pulley fun time.
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, and buy yourself a t-shirt. They’re awesomesauce.