My eldest son used to jump up in my bed when he was around 2 years old and carefully pile every pillow in the house on top of me. As I lay there, pleasantly smothered I could here his little voice asking me...

"...are you BASHED, daddy?...you BASHED?"



Sunday, June 26, 2011

FATHER'S DAY - SNOOK'S NIGHT!

Spent Father's Day (and the week that followed) at The Beach Club. The Willis's joined us for dinner and fishing. Zsas caught her first shark! That night we caught our first Snook, and I say "we" but really it was Joe who landed the big fish. The rest of the week was great. Days spent fishing. Nights spent grilling and singing by the pool. Made some new friends and got to know some old ones better. A big THANK YOU to our friends at the Treasure Island Beach Club for always making our week on the beach special!

Enjoy the PICTURES!

1 comment:

Melody said...

Happy week ends :)