Oh. But I’m gonna happy it up.
Here’s the rundown:
Guests: oh, somewhere around 30…
2 couples with kids. Son and DILs friends.
A guy with a boxer dog named Delilah. (Bayliss has fell for her, hard. It’s true 
love).
A guy who called wanted to bring his buddies and their ATVs, to mud ride. First; we got no mud for you to ride in, Second; HELL no. Hell. To. The. No. Foot down
A retired Game Warden. Yep he gonna liven up the party. LE always does.
An on-suspension county deputy. You guessed it. He fired his weapon without direct command. Lovely. His wife and teen son.
An ancient distant cousin of Mr. Wrekker’s.
A teacher and her boyfriend from the grandkids school(she might actually be valuable) and her little French bulldog. She’s so cuddly and snooty. The dog, not the teacher.
The Lil’wrekkers frou frou couple friend. They brought their own white wine. Dau says that’s pricey wine for a dang BBQ.
Oh, get this … Son-of-a-wrek tells me “Ma, Kevin is coming here”(I know no such person).
He says “don’t be alarmed at his facial tattoo, he’s sensitive”. Umm. No problem. I assure you I won’t say a word. Nope not me.
Turns out it’s not facial tattoos on his face. It’s a face of his ex-wife tattoo’ed on his left thigh. I tried not to stare. It is huge, and bad. Like really bad. His hairy leg makes it look like the bearded lady. I stifled a giggle as I ran in the house. I swear I would not wear shorts with that on my leg. Awful.
And all us.
Wow. Gonna be great.
I have to adjust my my eating routine. And rest periods. It’s a bore but I can’t afford to be careless. And I can’t get too hot. I’m already dehydrated by design…so my liquid intake is measured. Ugh!
Anyway the whooping and hollering have started. Low key. It is a family environment. They got some kids fishing at the pond. I have one kid in here in my room with me. Our sweetest middle child grand daughter. She can be trying with lots of extra kids in the mix. Badminton is being played in the yard.
The catfish is being dropped in peanut oil. The sides are made. Desserts are made. The ribs are resting.
Happy 4th to you all. 
Here’s hoping the next ones are better for everyone.
Love, b.
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