overboard and evenkeel get a few hours sans kenny

While we love spending as much time with the boy as possible, it's nice to get a reprieve from being "a parent" every once in a while. Grammy Shirley and Aunt Amy offered to look after Mr. K for a few hours on Saturday night, so we went over to see Shoes and Heather at their condo's block party.

A little beer, brats and burgers was just what we needed.

Here in the midwest, there's a new fad that's sweeping the bar scene: cornhole. Yes, I know what you're thinking, and you're wrong. We're not talking some sort of freaky business, it's a game involving bean bags and what is basically a skee ball target. The idea is to toss the four bags towards the hole and try to get them in, or as close as possible. Simple and addictive. Grant and I played a few rounds, then Overboard took over.

At this point, Shoes looked at me and commented that Grant was looking a little peeved, as Overboard began to play better and better. "Well, I wouldn't marry anyone who didn't have that competitive edge," I replied.

"YOU? Competitive? Never," said the Shoes.


Check out Overboard's fantastic form.


The happy Cornholer (bet you never thought you'd see that in print).


Shoes in his natural habitat.


Gotta love the self portraits.


Heather takes in the scene and wonders how her life got to this point.