The protection guaranteed by SPF 85 is total crapola. Remember that for later.
Corey had drill this weekend, and we had the boys, but it was also Family Day for Dad's bass club. Cydney and I have tried to attend every Family Day since she was around 5, but this year she was the Golden Daughter who got up at the ass crack to go fishing with Dad on Saturday. Jake had a baseball tournament, so Landen and I picked up Dixie and headed to Black River Lake after donuts on Sunday morning. Murphy stayed home and his Uncle Burrell went to feed and play with him at lunchtime.
Coming out the gate, I got a speeding ticket in St. Francisville, and Dixie tried to eat the trooper when I had to roll down the window to give him my license. I wish nothing but respect and safety to all (most) law enforcement officers. Dixie is a sizeable five months, and her big ole noggin barking at the trooper before the window came all the way down had him inquiring whether she was a biting dog or not. (When Cydney moves all by her lonesome for the first time ever into her new apartment in July, we'll be glad Dixie's first instinct is to scream at you.)
Landen is very uneasy about the water. He'll put his head under in the bathtub and he did well in the hot tub at the Embassy Suites for Jake's birthday, but I'm concerned that the time I nearly let him drown at the Marriott has him freaked out about the water when he can't see the bottom. You can't see shit in Black River Lake--as the name implies, I'm sure--so he did not want to get in the water, nor was he particularly excited about riding in a vessel on top of the water. When offered the choice between Great Don's fast boat and Mr. Charlie's big boat (party barge), he opted for the party barge. So up and down the lake we go the majority of the afternoon--Cydney, Dad, Landen, Mr. Charlie and me, joined later by the Ryders and two tweenagers whose names I never caught.
Now, I don't care what level of success one reaches in life, I'd bet that you'd be hard pressed to find anyone who doesn't consider riding up and down a lake on a big ass party barge drinking beverages out of coolers on a breezy, sunny Saturday afternoon to be a fine way to waste some hours. The only complaint one might file would be if the SPF 85 Sport sunblock one sprays on every hour to keep the melanoma at bay turns out to be total bullshit and sends one home looking like a big tomato.
That would be me. I felt so bad on the 2.5 hour drive home in the evening that I was forced to stop in an empty parking lot on HWY 61 in Woodville, MS, lock the doors and join Landen in napping some of the sun-tired away. I slept for 30 minutes before driving us the rest of the way home. Landen woke up to walk in the house.
P.S. Dixie loves swimming. Her mama got her a fancy dog life vest, but she doesn't need it. Who knew Cydney the Water Baby would find herself a dog who loves to swim as much as she does?
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