They're Back

My husband and older son are back from the annual river trip. The showed up around 3:00 this afternoon with whiskers (yes, both of them) and bed head, stinking of mud, sweat and smoke. They dropped their duffel bags at the door and headed straight for the shower. Stephen graciously soaped up twice before emerging with a clean, close shave and combed hair. Then I got a kiss hello.

I'm sure I'll hear for the next six months stories of fires, ducks, guns, boats, vodka, and dirty jokes. But one image captures the long weekend in a nutshell.

This is what happens when, after breakfasting on vodka and grapefruit juice, two grown men try to plow a motor boat through a sand bar.