Cannonball!

We had a good Fourth of July here. Friday night we drove to Des Moines to visit Nana B and Papa Al. We spent the night watching Hogan Knows Best (because, well, he does, and because he rocks a fanny pack like no one else) and drinking some beers. We went out with the family for lunch on Saturday at the Roadhouse, Dad paid, so it was extra delicious. After a lazy Saturday night and Sunday things picked up on Monday with our foray to the casa de Garms for a beer bonanza. I drank too much I think, because I didn't feel right all day yesterday and this morning, but that didn't stop the Flores train from rolling to Loren and Lisa's for a raucous eat, drink, swim session yesterday afternoon. The end result being this. The weekend was capped by a trip downtown to watch the fireworks with the Pimlott's.

Anyways the party doesn't stop there, the Flo wagon moves to Chicagoland on Thursday and Friday for the Fiesta Grande and back to Iowa for Big Nate's birthday blowout on Saturday. So yeah, we get around.

Ok, now Tarantino it and go back. Hulk Hogan, WWE great wears an everloving fanny pack. It's a well acknowledged fact, after all he is included in the Wikipedia entry for fanny pack. So, all you little Hulkimaniacs out there riddle me this, what the hell is in the fanny pack? Seriously, the world needs to know this stuff. I say he's got to at least have a backup bandana and maybe a jar of the clear. Feel free to chime in.