We had the best week ever with our friends here. We had old friends and new friends. We had 35 people and 15 kids. It was a week full of laughter, good belly aching laughter, liquor and inside jokes. 18 of us stayed in this house for a week and we all got along without a hiccup.
The chaos that existed in this house earned the nick name of the frat house. In all honesty, it was like Animal House. We had dishes in the flower pots out front, underwear in the driveway, a horse trough of water for water guns in the driveway, a broken window from a wayward baseball, red solo cups freaking everywhere, a recycling can full of liquor bottles, little boys peeing off the deck, a 24 pack of toilet paper by the front door.....that's a mystery to me....and a stampede thru the front yard of a herd of cows and last but not least, two emergency room visits.
The enclosed sun room/porch became the Renegade Lounge. It's where we did the best story telling, drinking and laughing. We laughed to the point that we kept the 12 children awake who pointed out that they couldn't sleep because of our loud laughter. As a collective group, we told stories that are now legendary. After all of our stories and laughter, we reached the unanimous conclusion that we are the normal families! All of us passed extensive and thorough backgrounds to be given the privilege to parent our children through adoption. We also realized we might just all be going straight to hell because of our humor.
Hell or not, I'll enjoy my company there. Our friends are our family, the ones who will raise our children should we die, and I couldn't imagine them being raised by any other families more like us than the Watkins and Dorcheus's. To all of our Renegade families, we anxiously await next year to see you all again and to share more fun and love. We love you all and can't wait for next summer and a repeat of the intense fun.
Stories of adventures to follow. Stay tuned.