We had a great time. Can you tell??

The cousins washed Banjo Man’s old truck. Banjo Man loves it when there are boys to boss around.

Banjo Man in his tick-prevention outfit.

Sarge fixed the battery.

Some of us dressed up.

Sarge taught his cousins how to shoot a rifle.

I made a target.

Son #2, wearing the green shirt, is standing above the ground hog’s burrow entrance.

Nephew Thomas taking a shot.

Check out the Army-themed thumb nail!!  Son #2 nicknamed her “Nannie Oakley”.

Saturday morning breakfast.

We ate a lot. A lot!!!

We watched the Belmont.

One of us took a nap and missed dinner Saturday night.  We didn’t mind.  He needed the rest.

Sunday afternoon we played a new card game (thanks, Sarge!).

We ate more.

We killed the ground hog. Before you feel sorry for the ground hog and assume that we are a family of animal assassins, please understand that this angry, aggressive ground hog had attempted (twice!) to come through a window screen to attack Banjo Man. We couldn’t mow the lawn this spring, because this ground hog had turned into a terrorist. Banjo Man was very afraid. We borrowed a gun. We learned how to shoot. And we solved the problem before anyone was hurt by a very nasty animal. We’ve coexisted with the ground hogs here for over twenty years and this was the first time we had to defend ourselves.

May the little b*****d Rest In Peace.

We had a sneak peek at the new Army dress uniform. Doesn’t Sarge look handsome? Check out all of those medals!!

We don’t know how to top this reunion. The next one will have to be spectacular. I mentioned that the only way to have a more exciting reunion next time would be if someone got married, but the two bachelors in the group were less than thrilled at the thought. They may have even been horrified.

Oh, well. I’ll come up with something. Or the cousins will!