Medicine Creek Days is over. I can’t say I’m sorry. It was ALOT of work. You will laugh when you hear what I think alot of work was. I mean, making tractor tire tubes retain latex paint IS WORK people. I painted tubes and painted tubes and painted tubes and taaa daaaaa…they looked like giant glazed donuts. I was still working on them at 9am on Saturday morning and we were to be at the parade line up at 9:45. Needless to say, the paint was wet, I was sweating and my disco outfit SUCK ED. It was like this huge leopard skin outfit that my boobs hung out of and that accentuated my beer belly. I decided not to wear it. I tried on Katies swing choir sparkly dress and could wear it…if I left it unzipped halfway…SHIT. I ended up throwing on a black Farah Faucet wig and my DONUT TESTER Shirley K’s Coffee Shop shirt and jeans. yah…some disco queen I was. At the end of the parade I was D U N . But, I said, “Hey Mark let’s take these fucking donuts and go to the river and tube!” Surprisingly Mark said, “OK”. So, we did. We jumped in at the river bridge and 2 or so hours later ended up at the diversion dam. It was great. We saw deer, blue herons, cranes, no snakes, and several ducks. I got burned in places that shouldnt get burned and I liked it so much I asked Cindy to go the next day. We did. The only difference from Saturday was the water was a foot lower and naughty Cindy and I took a cooler of beer. It wasss good. Except I burned myself silly.
more later…must go
