First and Foremost.. If you have not read
http://kbeauregard.wordpress.com/2013/12/31/my-first-blog-the-result-of-a-close-minded-23-year-old
Please do so. It’s absolutely wonderful. And restores as small amount of faith in my generation. It gives me hope that Everyone my age isn’t a moron and maybe I will be able to find someone. ..Eventually.
So anyway. Just thought I’d share some more pictures and such.
Last night a bit after 8 pm I got a text saying “There’s a fire at my grandma’s if you’re bored and want to come.”
At that time I was about to walk out of the house to go get some food. So I figured I’d just swing by after I got my take out. I assumed I’d just wear what I was wearing… Flip flops, shorts, and a t-shirt, my average winter attire. I had a hoody in the car if I needed it. Further, I assumed she meant that there was a fire in the little fireplace near the pool, and we’d sit around and make S’mores and talk, whatever have you. .. And well. You know what they say happens when you assume… (Especially in relation to my family members.) It was instead on the side of a muddy, rocky hill in the middle of the woods. Upon arriving the first shout I hear is, “Did you bring marshmallows?” … Well no… When I’m the last person invited, and to arrive, I don’t generally think of bringing the bonfire essentials. Typically I Assume the person responsible took care of that.. So yea, I get down to the fire, and well, about 45 seconds in I gave up on my flip flops and just went barefoot. Anyway.. Atleast I got some fun pictures.. I took hundreds.. Because all we did was play with the fire..
Yes, the fire is, in-fact, Green and Purple there. The result of whatever random things we happen to have thrown in the fire before these pictures were taken.
These… are random scissors we found in the woods.. yep.. the same woods I was walking around barefoot in… But.. I mean.. When you find scissors in the woods.. what else would you do aside from super hear them in the fire?
And this, of course.. Is my lovely cousin.. Ah, the love of family.
After the fire, thanks again to my wonderful family members, And by after I mean when they all decided it was time to leave even though there was still a massive fire, I was left to use a broken shovel to bury the stupid bonfire in the middle of the stupid woods where the stupid ground was packed with stupid mud, gravel, rocks, sticks, and inches of leaves, all barefoot. Yep… Good times.
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