Memorial Day Weekend, part 2

When Greg and I were in Charleston, we found these ice pop molds that come out shaped like ice cream cones.  The nice part is that the cone catches all the drips.

On Sunday morning, we went to IHOP.  Yes, again.

 We managed to catch the end of the hot air balloons on Saturday night, and the girls seemed to get a kick out of it.  So, on Sunday, we actually made plans to try to catch them again.  We packed a picnic, and got out to our picnic spot early.  Pulled out the chairs and the sandwiches.  Started to eat.  And then the ants started biting.  I think Greg and I got bit first.  And then the girls started screaming.  The bites really did sting.

We took their shoes off and told them to put their feet on the cooler to keep them off the ground until we finished eating.

Even that didn't keep all of the ants away.  It was bad.  A true picnic fail.  Eventually, they just wanted to sit in the car until the balloons came.  And I joined them.  Greg cleaned everything up - the lone male in a family of bug haters.  (There was a fly in the van on Tuesday morning, and after the ant incident, the girls were crying until we got it out.)

About 20 minutes after we moved to the car, someone came by and told us that the balloon launch had been cancelled.

In hindsight, it's a funny story...