Growing up we never had family dinner on Sunday night. My mom would throw in the towel one meal a week and we were forced to fend for ourselves. Weird things happened (the maple syrup and peanut butter in a cup kind of weird) and that was how it went for many years. Now, it's all different. We cook food, we eat it, the puns continue.
For father's day we decided to take the pun show on the road. We went out for a picnic in the park. However, this is Wyoming and nothing is ever simple, that's part of the fun. The park was flooded. The wind was blowing. We all weighted down our plates and napkins and ate our meal. The jokes and puns continued as anticipated, possibly with greater force, a force that I think I will blame on father's day.
Bench in the flooded park
The pun masters?
Checking out the flooded river
My mom and daughter