-The Tragically Hip
Yesterday, we held the semi-annual fishtank Lake Fever summer picnic at Kathy's house on Findley Lake. Things were going just swimmingly until the dock broke. Well, to be more exact, it collapsed. And no, Jim wasn't anywhere near the dock when it fell. So we moved the festivities onto the Party Barge and then up to Kathy's deck where we dined on such culinary delicacies as White Hots, Spinach Dip, Deviled Eggs and Rhubarb Pie. Not to mention copious amounts of lager.
The quote of the night was awarded to my tremendously astute wife, Danielle, who, after sitting and conversing at a table with myself, Melissa, and Jesse for quite some time, utters the now-infamous inquiry: "Who's Jesse?" Quite the confidence builder for the new guy.
Next year, Jamie said he wants to do some nude tubing. And Lou promised he would tan his legs.
It's Friday, people!
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