While the sun was out, our day was spent ooo-ing & aww-ing over geese, chickens, newborn baby chicks & enjoying a beautifully sunny day at the park with innocent, precious babes. No harm in a jolly day with the good ol' playgroup.
(Moms, the rest can be seen HERE. Let me know if you don't know the password hint.)
However, when the sun set, all darkness arose as we gathered in the Pharris Saloon. Here's the poem I wrote in honor of Old Man Pharris' 30th Birthday Celebration...
'Twas a dimly lit ambience as we entered the room,
The smell of smoke and lies in the Pharris Saloon.
The table was set for the night of Poker,
First thing first, we must remove the Joker.
I believe the name of the game was Texas Hold 'Em,
Our spoils were made up of sweet treats and old gum.
There was cheating...
There was accusing...
There was even heavy drinkin' (no worries, it was Weinhards RB),
As Old Man Pharris racked his old brain with some thinkin'.
Nobody knew which candy belonged to who,
However it was mysterious how the Atwood's pile just grew & grew.
There were card castles by Alie,
And even sweet spectator Baby twins,
And the Kearls had to leave early, but were nice enough to leave their wins.
By the end of the party, there had been no raucous fights,
Thanks to the Brian & Sarah for the Best Candy Poker Night!
(All party pics can be seen HERE.)