Wow! I can't believe how self absorbed my little Pee-Wee brother is. I mean he spent yesterday all yapping about "his" new swimming pool and totally neglected to tell you about our family gathering on Saturday. Guess it's up to me to report on that even though now it's totally Monday night and lots of other things have happened in the meantime and.... OK, here goes.
So on Saturday, I was very excited because my entire family came over for a cook-out, including my nephew, Misha. I was looking forward to some super bitey face action with the little dude, unfortunately, THIS happened.
Yes, friends, in just one short day it became totally way too hot! Heck, that thermometer is in the shade for pete's sake.
Subsequently, I was compelled to retreat to a shady spot and rest my large and heat vulnerable self prior to even ascending the stairs onto my observation deck where large amounts of foodables were being consumed.
Arriving on the deck, I managed to slip unobserved behind my sissy, Liz, to scout out the buffet table only to find that the greedy peoples had consumed everything with great haste.
Exhausted and disappointed, I implored Grandpa to share at least one bite with me, but he denied me even a tiny taste (usually Grandpa is a push over, but I knew all was lost when I saw Grandma sending him the evil eye sayin not to feed the poor Mango).
Meanwhile, Misha appeared to be living by different rules and was enjoying a fresh brewski. Misha lives in New Haven Connect the Dots where his dad (my borther-in-law, Nate) is getting something called a PhD at someplace called Yale. I am not sure what a PhD is (possibly Patting his Dog), but I know Yale is one of those universities places where Misha and his dad probably sneak off for Friday night keggers.
I didn't include this picture for any particular reason other than to show off my goober (this photo is for Nate, hee hee).
OK, so this is all kind of boring, right? Even if it was too hot for bitey face, surely three resourceful chaps such as Pee-Wee, Misha, and my large and deep thinking self could come up with some entertainments.
It was when Misha excused himself to unload some of that beer that I had my brainstorm! We can have a pee-pee party. That's like a totally cool guy thing that doesn't require any sudden movements.
Being a good host, I let Misha have the first honors.
After which, the midget and I both sniffed politely and then added our own.
Then it was my turn and I left a nice Mango sized puddle for the two little dogs to ponder (actually I kind of walked a little whilst peeing to spread things out).
Then on to vertical objects.
And the little guys in a pee-pee circle.
Well, I could go on and on, but you get the picture.
Eventually, we were out of juice and Misha assumed his doga position indicating that he was ready to go home.
Everybody left and I retired indoors where it was a bit cooler to recover from a somewhat exhausting and draining day.
I think Pee-Wee might have gotten too much sun! Dude looked a bit cracker dog.
The little guy was beat.
As was the Mango!
Overall, a very enjoyable day.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!