My long lost high school friend, now new adult friend and her fiance, Chris, (which I accidentally keep typing his name Christ) invited us to their abode to go four-wheeling.
I was initially stoked, then filled with fear! See I usually hurt myself or someone else when they let me loose with anything open-aired and motorize, i.e. I ran over SmithCale on a jetski.
But, I just thought beforehand, I'll just ride with SmithCale and let him drive and everyone will be fine.
So you can imagine the fear that filled my being when we drove up and saw that we EACH would have one.
"Oh no!, " I thought, "someone might die. Good think Katie is a PA."

So after I psyched myself up for the ride, and readied ourself with goggles. Off we went, and luckily we all came back in one piece!
But before the ride we met their skunky dogs, who literally smelled like skunk.
And SmithCale watch Chris get ready in his massive trailer.
And if you're looking at the above picture and happen to notice SmithCale's hands are pink, do not be alarmed. He spent his morning dressed as a zombie, playing with fake blood. Long story.
Then we came back and laughed around yummy, homemade Chicken PotPie. Sampled liquid heartburn known as Jalapeno wine and capped it off with Katie's favorite wine.
Thanks for the night of redneck fun!
Food for Fun,
the SupperSmiths, forging one meal at a time
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