Simon Says Read This Post

Yesterday was the Sunday School Picnic. This means that I spent pretty much all the day in what seemed to be 100 degree weather. It got a little boring. There were, however, highlights to the day: a) dunking Pastor Mark in the dunk tank, b) playing softball (detract points for the heat), c) playing Heartland Strategies, d) making fun of Katie for not knowing that my aunt Anne is my dad's sister (she thought we still kept in touch because she used to be married to my uncle Eugene), and d) watching Phil take off his shirt and shoes, don a grass skirt, wig, and coconut bikini, and dance to island music. Unfortunately, the camera was left at home and that last image was not captured on film.

Today, after a very nice dinner at Grandpa and Grandma H's and afternoon church, we went to my other grandparents house. There, we quickly became bored and went outside. After unsuccessfully trying to untangle the human knot, and various unsuccessful attempts to begin other games, we finally decided on Simon Says. I quickly nominated myself for the position of Simon. I really don't like Simon Says. I can never win. Because of this I decided to make the game interesting. For me. I quickly eliminated Seth when he couldn't pat his head and rub his stomach at the same time. He was a little upset at first, but as the game went on, he decided it was better that he didn't stay in the game. He was very helpful in thinking up things for those poor fools who didn't have the sense to quit when they were ahead. The game finally ended when we had to go home. Ah... bliss...

Simon Said...
...do push ups
...run around the house
...run figure eights around the clothesline
...do a handstand
...catch a firefly
...touch a pig
...lick a tree (Katie: "Ew... That tasted gross!")
...kiss James (James: "WHAT?" Sarah/Katie/Mike: "Hey! Come back here!")
...do the chicken dance
...skip around the house
...kiss my dad (Katie: "NO!" Sarah: "It's OK, just kiss him on the head.")
...rebel yell