That was pretty much my weekend, but not in that order.

Friday, we celebrated the birthday of Photog #1 (although with Photog #2’s purchase of his Canon D40, I think I may need to switch these numbers around) with copious amounts of Chinese food and Wii. It’s amazing to see someone who has barely ever played video games try to master minigames on Super Mario Party. Lots of waving and screaming. I was reminded of the time we put a Walkman on my 82 year old grandfather back in the early 80s. He started to hoot and sing along completely unaware he was making a ruckus.

Saturday was the funeral for John, one of the owners of The Point campground. I’m tired of going to funerals. Three in one year should be a maximum limit. Any more than that you should be eligible for a emotional tax write off from the government. At one point during the ceremony my mind wandered and started to wonder about the position they place you in when you get stuffed. I want to be in an action pose, vertical, probably playing a video game. Just like an animal, perched on a log. Then the casket rolled into the chapel and the fun thoughts stopped. I really didnt want to go to the gravesite but it seemed everyone else did (there was a procession of 30 some cars, which, to my surprise, was making traffic stop on BOTH sides of the road). The reception was good. I was texting Normlr that his favorite camper, Mr Jiggles was cruising my husband. How tacky (for both of us!).

I tried my first ever live, online game on Saturday night. I went online with Beautiful Katamari and promptly got my ass pwned by some kid from Japan. Nice. After the game he kept on making his Avatar bow before me. I was vaguely creeped out and managed to make a heart icon appear over my head. It was a bizarre international moment that I will have a hard time forgetting.

Sunday was busy. We got some of my stuff out of storage and unpacked it into the kitchen while SharkBoy wrapped our gifts to the family. We’re 95% done our Xmas shopping! Ha! Meanwhile I was so happy to see some of my kitchen utensils after nearly two years in storage (My lime press! My salad spinner! My 1950s Science Fair melamine tray!) that I wept tears of joy as I unpacked and cleaned all my (our!) Good Grips. The harsh reality is that we now own 4 can openers, a million wooden spoons and only one good potato masher. Then I dragged my old duvet over to the laundromat and stuffed it into the industrial sized dryer. When the water hit it, the cover turned a delightful light brown. Huh? Ew? Came out clean anyway.