FAMILY FUN IN THE SAND

OK, I have decided that in life, it is always better to have a sense of humor...on this particular evening we went down the street to our neighborhood park. Ray and Trey played football and the rest of us dug in the sand box. Well, someone eventually said..."Hey, let's bury MOM in the sand!". Well, "WHY NOT?" I said. So, after shovels were fetched from Grandma's and a space was dug (a pretty big one to accomodate me)...I was buried. Then, the torture started. They unburied my feet and started to tickle me. I am so glad I was enough of a good sport to let them have fun and bury me. I was sooooo dirty. I had sand in my nose, eyes, mouth and in my clothes. I'm also glad pictures were taken. I just love pictures. I think I got that from my mom, who was ahead of her time and "Scrapbooked" our lives from when we were little.
So, I am sure most of you are more daring than me, but the next time your kids want you to play with them or do something out of the ordinary, just try it. You'll be glad you did. I am! Thanks for being so fun, family of mine...I LOVE YOU! mom