BBQs galore

Best line of the night at Lucas' BBQ birthday party Friday:
"An astronaut pen, awesome, thanks!"
"There are really only two gifts you can get a guy; astronaut pens or brass knuckles. I thought you fell into the former category."
"Good call."

Sunday little brother and his roomies had a bbq and I crashed it. Brats, burgers, corn and steak. It was delicious. The sweet pickles I thought were going to be dill until I bit into them were the only disappointments. Such a let down.






However, I passed on the beer bottle of bugs. Apparently it was cleaning day and in honor of shark week, the casualties were put in a Landshark Lager "casket."















Maybe if they had a mosquito house like I do to keep all of the creepy crawlies away they wouldn't have had such a massive fly epidemic in the kitchen. (Sidenote: My pinkie finger is to show you how tiny the little house Jan's father made really is.)