A visit from Kyle

When I found out Kyle would be traveling through Springfield on Tuesday on his way to Mom and Dad's from Oklahoma, I said in my most pleading voice, "Why not just stay in Springfield on Tuesday night and go the rest of the way Wednesday morning?"  I had to get permission from Mom, who was expecting him on Tuesday night, but she agreed to let me steal him briefly.  We met in Springfield, had (a lot of) pizza for supper and headed to Mechanicsburg for the night.  Since he had been in the car all day, and we had just stuffed ourselves silly, we decided that a little exercise was in order.  "Let's throw the frisbee around for awhile!" we both said excitedly.  Neither the impending darkness nor the gusting wind deterred us, so we "frisbeed" for about half an hour or so until we could no longer see the disc until it hit us.  (Perhaps a slight exaggeration, but only slight!)  I should add at this point, that as we walked inside, I said to Kyle, "I think I could be a little sore tomorrow."  Truer words were never spoken!  It started in my right shoulder blade and spread to pretty much everywhere else after a chiropractic adjustment.  Advil and Tylenol PM were my friends last night, and I went back to the chiropractor this morning.  I am NOT old!!!  Despite the repercussions, we had a great time, and I will most likely live to put myself through it all again.  :-)  Master Mind was next on the agenda.  It's a game of logic and strategy and is quite addicting.  We finally quit when my remaining brain cell went on strike.  We then looked at pictures of Norway until my eyelids refused to defy gravity any longer.  A lovely evening/night/morning all in all.  Come back again, Kyle!

Happy first day of summer!

Optimum frisbee playing conditions

Do you see him?  Can you see the frisbee?

Post-frisbee

(hot, sweaty, thirsty, worn-out, tired, smiling)

Master Mind

I think having Fleece on his side gave Kyle the advantage!