There was a community picnic in my little neighborhood this weekend. There were free games, a bounce house for the kids, free hot dogs and drinks, and other entertaining things. At dusk they showed cartoons and a movie on a giant inflatable movie screen. We didn't stay for that part, though. It would have been way past the kids' bedtime by then. But it would have been cool.
They had this strange basketball net contraption that looks like it belonged in a swimming pool. There were about a dozen or so balls there and the kids would play with them, throwing them at each other and into the net and whatnot. Not just my kids, mind you, but the other kids that were also there got involved. At one point there was a full out dodgeball game going on between a group of ten year old boys. One boy got it in the gut and went crying to his dad, who said "It's dodgeball, son. What did you think would happen?" Amen.
The dodgeball game got a little out of hand, as kids starting running all over the park with the balls, instead of staying within the de facto playing area. I'm pretty certain that's not a regulation maneuver. I was cool with it, though. There was one woman there that just couldn't deal, however. She asked me "Are you the supervisor for this game?" I said, as I belted Brianna in the face with a carefully tossed ball, "No, I'm just throwing balls at my kids here." She then described in great detail her disgust toward the boys that were playing around. Any time any of her kids got near Alex, she would screech out "BE CAREFUL OF THE BABY!" Be careful of the baby my ass. My boy can trip and skid across the sidewalk after going full stride, stand up, and, with blood spurting from his hands and knees, continue running merrily along, laughing all the while.
At one point one of the wicked, wicked hooligans threw a ball into the basket contraption and hit Rachel, who barely noticed. The woman went insane and yelled at them "DON'T THROW THE BALLS LIKE THAT! YOU JUST HIT THIS LITTLE GIRL! YOU'RE BEING TOO ROUGH!" They gave her a "shut up, bitch" look and eventually left. That's about when we left as well. I couldn't stand her anymore, honestly. If these boys were being truly destructive, then I would have said something, but they were just screwing around. Bah.
The single hot dog I had at this thing wasn't holding me through the evening, so I decided to go grab something else to eat. Sushi it was. Zelda, one of two new furballs introduced to my household recently, went apeshit. Or do cat's go catshit? Maybe, since apes are our cousins, the appropriate term from the cat's point of view would be lynxshit or ocelotshit. I just read those last two and for some reason thought of Lancelot Link. Holy shit!
Anyway, Zelda continuously leaped to the table and sniffed my food. After throwing her back to the floor a few times, I decided to give her just a small touch of wasabi. Comedy gold, my friend. She didn't bother me after that.
Today is Sunday. It rained all day. I didn't get a damn thing done, and I feel good about that. Oh, sure, Sarah will whine about the blinds still not being up in our bedroom, but that's the way it goes sometimes.
Thanks for reading. How was your weekend?