With half the grandkids having the virus at Christmas, they all showed up this weekend for a good time. Great weather, the wife cooked ribs, and I did a major restock of beer, most of which was consumed. This was more fun than Christmas, since there was no pressure to buy gifts.

And, best of all, I finally was able to show the oldest SiL how to shoot properly. He was so excited to hit a target rather than the ground. I can no longer call him the worst shot I know. I’m not sure why my instructions soaked into his brain when it never did in a few years prior to this. He shot a few bullseyes with his Sig 9mm, which he had never ever done before.

Gonna reload tomorrow to replace the 9mm we have depleted.

Sounds like fun!

Sounds like a great time!

Yep, it was pretty nice. I think everyone left with a mild hangover this morning. The wife and I need some rest now.

Did the GF from HP come, and what shoes did she wear?

Nope, she was interviewing for a job, so there was a time conflict. She did want to join the mob. She needs a job after graduating a while back with some vague degree and hasn’t found a job yet. But, from what the grandson says, her living at home is no problem, the home being spectacular.

The only relationship problem I’m aware of is very minor. The GF’s mom is reportedly not a good cook. Though I didn’t see it or taste it, the mom made “organic” mashed sweet potatoes with some other ingredient that turned the whole thing a very odd color and taste (awful was the term). The grandson is gradually becoming a great cook on his own right, which makes him a bit critical at times of bad cooks. And now I’m understanding better why the gal ate so much of my wife’s cooking when she was here.

Freerange, I’ll have to give a look at her choice of shoes next time she’s here.

Can I be part of your family?

Good times