Duly Hacked

It was a memorable weekend.  Nice. Long. Busy. It was the weekend of Oregon visitors here in Mugginsville at camp one bathroom.  Tanner, Michelle and Rueger got here on Friday night.  Always nice to see the dynamic duo and the little side kick puppy.  Sister Rosie (no, she's not a Nun), Randy and Ryan arrived Friday night as well, blessing mom and dad with their company presence.  We all had a dinner, after dark on Saturday night.  Papa and Grandma almost starved out.  However, the Blackberry pie was delicious. 

Take a houseful of company, both young and old, add electronic devices plugged into all available receptacles, and you might get some tom foolery.  Yep.  It happened here in Mugginsville.  Hacking.  Facebook.  I'm sure you're putting it together.  Smart phones.  The need for a flashlight that doesn't seem to exist at our house.  A very creative app for a flashlight.  Amazing what is available these days because someone was smart enough to create a phone with apps to do just about anything.  Pretty sure that guy is quite wealthy, leaving most people with a monthly bill while he is cruising the world in his yacht.

So, Aunt Rosie, being the trusting soul she is.  Trusts her 12 year old nephew, Braden.  He's such a nice boy.  All clean cut, no piercings, no tattoos.  Hair all property groomed.  Hard to believe that he would "hack" her facebook.  Wow.  But he didn't stop there.  Michelle was had as well.  Foolery, tom foolery.  Most people in the room were shaking their heads.  Who would do such a thing?

Labor Day was a bit of everything.  A bit of coffee with our creamer in the morning.  Sourdough pancakes with blackberry syrup.  An exhiliarating bike ride from the top of a steep, long hill for the energetic men of the family.  The petting of the doe-doe (Emma's name for dog).  The opening and closing of the door because most two year olds love things that could be harmful if not done properly.  Green bean picking.  Milling around.  Fend for yourself lunch.  Hugs and send off for Tanner, Michelle and Rueger.  A late afternoon drive to the Shakleford Trailhead without getting run over by a pickup and horse trailer (We decided to give him the benefit of a doubt.  Pretty sure he had lost his brakes).  Another late dinner because we could.  Keaton's commercial break.  Whew.  Bedtime. 

It appeared that everything went really well this weekend considering the number of family members in a small area.  When my "fine figure of a man" and I left for work this morning, there were sugarplums dancing in the heads of my sister and her family.  Slumbering they were.  The rooster wasn't quite as vocal as the night before so I trust they slept well.  I would imagine they had some creamer with their coffee, packed the vehicles, picked up my house and headed to Bob's for a yummy breakfast.  Again, it all seemed to go well.....until.....I looked at my camera when I got home from work to download the weekend pictures.  Yep....

I'VE BEEN HACKED.