A Day With Ashley: Birthday, Packing, And Summerfest

 Last Saturday (as in two days ago) I spent the day with my best friend Ashley. We got together at 2 and "face painted" at my nephew's birthday party. I say "face painted" because my sister decided to buy face crayons instead of face paint. The were like giant oil pastel crayons and it was a...new experience for us both. While we were doodling away on the kids, they started with the pinata. Now think about this for a second. Lots of little children with no sense of danger. Other little children swinging a metal bat around viciously at the paper and cardboard soccer ball. After several very close calls (and by close, I mean an inch or two closer and the kid would've wound up in the emergency room), the pinata finally broke open. All the kids got what looked like an equal share of candy until we noticed by older nephew laying on the ground, with about 80% of the pinatas candy hidden underneath him. After being scolding for hoarding the candy, my sister divided it evenly among the kids. We learned 3 things that day: Face crayoning is hard, I can't draw Spiderman, and Ashley will never allow a pinata at her kids' birthday parties.

Ashley painting the candy-hoarding nephew's face

Me painting the birthday boy

A classic example of the dangers of the pinata: 10-year-old about to swing with a clueless 5-year-old right in the path of the back swing.

Ashley and I then went over to my other sister's house to help pack up her things because she is moving next week. Take two girls with no muscle and no ability to focus and what do you get? Lots of giggling and zero progress.
Around 5:15 my mom made us go home and put "warmer clothes on". We knew she was secretly thinking that we weren't wearing enough clothing period. Okay I realize that our shorts are short, but it's summer. It's really hot. We're going to wear shorts so get over it. It's not like we're wearing booty shorts and tank tops that reveal things they shouldn't (no offense to those who enjoy that style, it's just not for us). But since we didn't want to experience the wrath of my mother, we did as we were told.
I picked Ashley back up and we met up with some of my family to watch the Summerfest parade. Turns out that my mom was right about putting on warmer clothes because it suddenly got extremely windy. And not that warm summer breeze...the freezing cold fast wind that could blow you over. We normally would've just left the parade, but my nephew (the candy hoarder) was in it with his little football team. It was so cute watching these little kids strutting in their uniforms. Too bad they had little cheerleaders with them. Gag.

Our shoes matched! Kinda...

German chocolate. Ashley liked it, but I didn't. So when I took my bite and decided it was gross, I put it back in the box. One of the kids ended up eating it. Awesome huh?

Isabel being...Isabel.

Inspired by a 1-year-old, we tried to see how many grapes we could get in my mouth. I got 6. Pretty sure the kid beat me.

Cute little Jackers (Jacki).

Preston!

What a cheeser. I love this girl.

Guy looking at his phone, yeah that's my brother-in-law. Leave it to him to be in a parade and be checking his phone.

Once the football kids had passed us, Ashley and I decided to haul our frozen butts back to the car. I dropped her off, only to have the genius idea of inviting her over to watch a movie with me an hour later. During the last 5 minutes of the movie, Ashley's mom called her and told her they were starting the Summerfest fireworks, which we didn't think would happen since it was so windy. So we booked it to a store parking lot and got there just in time for the finale. During the ride there and back, I found out how hyper Ashley gets when she's exhausted. She freaked out when the fireworks were going off, and managed to get me to bark at my sister and her boyfriend when we drove past them. Awesome.
It was a great day.
The end.