Last one, best one, again.

 Someone finished freshman year!

No, that's not him. But the bus driver and other passerby sure got a kick out of it!

There's the gang, hanging out in the 50+ degree weather on the last weekday of May. 

Happy last day(s), first day(s) of summer vacation, last few week(s) depending on where you are in all of that.   

We are trading in the insanity of a school year for the utter nuttiness of summertime. Won't you join us?

Full of hot air

We had the opportunity to go to the Flag City hot air balloon festival last weekend. Lots of bouncy houses, food stands, and balloons of all shapes and sizes:

And inflatable aliens, apparently.

When my mother asked why Thing Two was attacked by a stereotypical alien all I could say was that these things happen. His name is George.

That's Tick Tock and Ellie, below.

And Dada with Space Cowboy hogging the background.

When it gets dark enough, the emcee (who is a friend of ours- great to see you, Rich!) calls for them to "twinkle" or "glow", which prompts lots of delighted "ooooohs!"

So glad we went! We had to stuff George in the back of the Jeep for the drive home, but he didn't complain. Have a wonderful week!

 

Monday morning madness

 I will confess that it's a little disconcerting and completely hilarious to come downstairs in the dark to find an inflatable 8 foot tall alien peering at the glow of an unmanned computer. I had to wait to take the picture until it was brighter, but it cracked me up in the full dark, for sure. 

Geoooooooorge? What are you doing?

E.T. phone hoooooome…?

George gets around

Something tells me we will be having a good time with George...