Camp Howdy

There WAS some old timey hellraisin last year on that grassy knoll, wasn't there . . .

"Honey? Yer not gonna believe this. He says we ain't leavin till TOMORROW morning, n it's HIS truck! Can you call work for me?"

But then, I ain't allowed out alone with you two anymore, either . . . ;-)
 

Rhymes with "Stucie", sir. But fear not, the hill WILL be recaptured this Father's Day by as many typical hooligans as I can drag along for an extra day, because..as you very well know...we're never leaving!

I'll be there!