We went to a family reunion this weekend. It started a few years ago as a pig roast but after Aunt Margaret got into the liquor cabinet and decided the pig needed a drink too, we have toned it down some and now have burgers and similar picnic food. We always have a great time but it’s never really a reunion until Emily’s cousin and I blow something up or do something stupid.
This year, we opted for stupid…we started off by hula-hooping on a hillside. See, in WV, there is very little flat land. Any land that is flat is a flood plain and lately, that land is pretty soggy with all the rain. So, we decided to hula-hoop on the hillside. Isaac was the only smart one. He started off wearing a helmet.
The kid is a genius with a hula-hoop! He can walk around spinning it. He can walk and talk and probably could bake a cake while hula-hooping. It turns out, his sister is similarly gifted. Me, on the other hand…I am not so blessed. I got the rhythm and lubricated joints, but I just cannot hula…and especially not on a hillside.
Cousin “D” and I discussed it and we decided hula-hooping on a hillside was no where near stupid enough. The kids brought their razor scooters. We stood at the top of the hill and a dim light lit above my head. A-ha! I know stupid when I see it. Both my Mom and wife said at the same time, “He won’t be happy until he hurts himself or someone else.” Oh how I wish all of you could be known that well by somone.
Anyhow, I jumped on the scooter and headed down the hill. The first few rides were fine but I quickly discovered that the front wheel bore too much of my weight on the wet ground. Finally, just like my Mom and wife said, I was able to finally be happy. I sunk the front wheel in deep and the scooter stopped. I was not so lucky. I went head over heels and did a very dramatic roll down the hill. Now that’s stupid!
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