my little brood and i would like to thank you for the fun 5 weeks that you were here this summer. we especially enjoyed the last few days as we tried to pack everything that we had not yet accomplished into the few remaining hours of daylight.
el presidente still asks for you each day and he was pretty upset when he discovered that you weren't at the icecreamqueen's house. littlebigmouth hasn't said anything about your departure. that's how choked up she is about the whole deal. legaleagle would sure like your opinion on the byu/washington game.
we hope that you enjoy this semester of school and we can't wait to see you at christmas.
love, me(just a gentle reminder that i am still accepting nickname suggestions.)
the final week with uncle bonecrusher recap-
all summer long, uncle bonecrusher and i had planned on revisiting several places from our childhood in this 'hood we call KCMO. we decided to have the first annual KANSASCITYDAY. we were so busy and had to cram most of the activities into 2 quick days. interestingly enough, one day was nice and warm 85 degrees, while the second day was a surprisingly cool and rainy 58.(thank your hurricane gustav.)
SIN-tennial pool was visited, where most of the bikinis worn were deemed a sin. i mean seriously, being proud of your body no matter how many donuts you ate for breakfast for the last 15 years is one thing, protecting the eyes of the innocent is another. unfortunately, no pictures of that display.
uncle bonecrusher flexing for the camera.
as you can clearly see, we were the two oldest people, by about 15 years, jumping off the diving boards and going down the slides.
can you see my smiling face in this one?
on the way home from the pool...
we decided to drive by the "cave"
the "cave" is our local polygamous cult. see, not just in utah! the cave operates under the guise of being a science academy, when in acuality, it is the residence of our local crazy man who decided he was the new prophet and collected more wives and took his family and went and lived at this compound. the place has a complete absence of spirit. i get chills thinking about it. anywhooo, being the adventurers that we are, we drove to the entrance to take some commemorative pictures.
yikes. double yikes. i triple dog dare you to call the number.(not really, please don't. the thought frightens me.)
uncle bonecrusher was braver than i was. i barely got out of the car to take this picture. when he picked up the phone i was worried that the gates would swing open and we would be dragged inside by their tractor beam and you never would have heard from us again.
moving right along. day 2 of KANSASCITYDAY began with a fun lunch with aunt heather(no nickname yet) at our favorite diner winsteads, home of the skyscraper milkshake.
the weather was so dreary that we had to wear jackets and sweaters. uncle bonecrusher was defiant against the weather and wore shorts.
after lunch we enjoyed shopping in the rain at the plaza(plah-zuh for you pretentious types) and the fantastical and free nelson atkins museum of art, home of the world famous shuttlecock scultptures.
uncle bonecrusher and the world's largest bong.
el presidente getting excited at the thought of exhibits on buddhism and impressionist painting.
did i tell you that uncle bonecrusher is thinking of going into animal proctology? he practiced on the brady bunch horse.
so clever. i am the first person to think of doing this.
uncle bonecrusher and el presidente got stuck in the revolving doors.
two great thinkers
russell stover, headquartered in KCMO. please visit. i need another excuse to go to their outlet store.
bess, the 103 lb catfish.
country folk can survive.
the end. who says kansas city doesn't have any class?