Chickens in the Basement

I love to write and I love to laugh. When I write, I get to the point quick. My stories would fit on the back of a postcard. They usually make me chuckle. And you know what they say, "It's all about me!"

Monday, March 9, 2009

Family Ping Pong Night

We finally have room to open up the ping pong table with enough room around the table for us to chase balls.

The Father/Son Dorks
The Mother/Son Slammers

Whenever the ball went out of bounds, Riley Dog would retrieve it and return it covered in dog slobber. We would wipe it down and continue to play.

Unfortunately, the Dorks beat the Slammers 16 to 21.

There's always tomorrow!

1 comment:

437 said...

I'm impressed that the dog returned the ball instead of just eating it. Or how about one of the chickens just running over to sit on the ball.