Nothin' says Summer...

Like a game of "Cornhole" and a cold beer at the lake. Here are my fellas down at the lake a few weeks ago. In case you're not familiar with the game, it's pretty much like throwing bean bags at a hole. Except the bags are filled with field corn. My huz made the game boards himself and even got fancy and made a "travel set" that folds up. So, enjoy my cornhole photo essay!This is my huz. He's pretty proud of his "throwing form".

The next cowboy is my little brother. He's a cutie patootie. He hates to play games of any kind.This guy is my step dad, Big D. Any occasion for a beer is okay with him.

That's my sister-in-law next to him.

Remember the beer I mentioned? My little bro doesn't usually drink much but he has to get thru cornhole somehow.

My huz pondering a loss. It's serious competition.

Whew! The agony of defeat.

My brother does not care in the least.

We're getting together next weekend at the lake. The boys are tearing out the old dock. I'll be sure to capture the whole crazy fiasco, uh, er, I mean the whole manly display of ingenuity. Right. Stay tuned.

P.S. Mare Update: She's still at Purdue University. The results came back from histopathology, it was squamous cell again (I'm not surprised at all). They have administered one Cisplatin treatment, are also treating topically with Efudex. Another Cisplatin injection will happen next week. She's is healing up fine from the surgery. A little bit of banamine from time to time to keep her comfortable, think, horsey Vicodin. I'll keep you posted. Sounds like she'll be home in a week or so.