Sunday, July 20, 2014

Pony Goes A-Churchin' Uh Huh

Yesterday, a mere two hours after Farmer H bemoaned the fact that since returning from Missouri Scholar's Academy, The Pony has not been anywhere or done anything with his friends...The Pony excitedly announced that he was going to tell his dad to take him to a party one of his buddies had just invited him to.

The timing was suspicious. Farmer H sees this kid's dad at auctions. But this kid has been The Pony's friend for many years. Farmer H denied any knowledge of the shindig, and also claimed innocence in putting a bug in his friend's ear for his boy to text The Pony. So it must have been one of those odd coincidences that happen on a regular basis here at the Mansion.

However it came about, The Pony said there was going to be a big inflatable water slide taller than the church, and several of his friends from Scholar Bowl team. He packed his pack sack with dry clothes, put on his swim trunks, and off they went.

Four hours later, The Pony reported that in addition to the big slide, there was a dunking booth, a bounce house, and a smaller water slide. Oh, and the kids were served pizza as well. Hopefully after all the bouncing and sliding and dunking was done. The Pony said that indeed, he was dunked in the booth, and that his was the only turn where the armed lever functioned properly. On others, even though the lever was hit with the ball, no dunking was happening. So they had to run over and hit the lever. Uh huh. I'm sure that's exactly how it went.

He seemed to have a good time kicking up his heels with his herd.

Did I mention that The Pony can't wait until school starts?

5 comments:

Sioux said...

HM--I am sure you are just as excited, thinking about the start of school, as The Pony is.

Be patient. It's almost here...

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux,
I have not yet had my summer. When school and I last parted, I did not achieve proper closure. I feel like I am going back after a three-day weekend.

WHAT IS WITH YOU PEOPLE?

Just this afternoon, my pulmonary specialist asked me, "Oh, it's about time for you to go back to school, isn't it? About three weeks?"

After all that trouble I went to threatening my mom a couple of years ago because she had to throw it up to me every time we talked. Now the entire world monitors my holiday!

Sioux said...

That's 'cause there's no rest for the wicked... ;)

Kathy's Klothesline said...

I don't know, shouldn't you get a reprieve for the time spent in the hospital? Like snow days up front, in anticipation of those that might happen ......

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux,
Must you point out the obvious? Again?

*****
Kathy,
If only it worked that way. But alas, something wicked goes to school in three weeks.