'Cause that's my fun day ...

Everyone once in a while we do something just for fun. The whole family.

Today we went to Pizza Hut to use the library prize coupons the children had earned. The best part of that - even more exciting than the coupons - was the fact that the TVs in Pizza Hut were OFF. Blank. Wonderful! I hate those things. The worst part was that I came home to look up the nutritional information for what I ate, and apparently our Pizza Hut has some secret unpublished underground menu. Either that or what I ate does not exist and I'm soon going to wake up with a hankerin' for Pizza Hut. I should've known by the TVs being off that it was just a dream!

But wait, there's more!

After Pizza Hut (apparently I dreamed?) we went to a nearby town to play miniature golf on a lovely outdoor course with waterfalls and water hazards actual grass and rocks and landscaping between the holes, not just different colored astroturf. The children were amazed. Not that we golf at the other kind much, but that's all they could recall. We really rarely go miniature golfing.

With eight balls in play, and no phenomenal players, we did not move through the course very quickly.

Some people behind us swooped around, while many other times we sat out and let someone else go ahead. It started out breezy and overcast, and by the end was breezy but sunny and noses were beginning to turn pink. I hadn't thought to bring sunscreen, for some reason.

Here are some highlights from the event:

The Grand Lunar helping Buzz putt:

Buzz accepted this help exactly twice. Thereafter he exercised his Rights As The Youngest to hit his ball his way, carry it to where he wanted, and, place it right next to the hole to putt it in. Which, actually, moved the game along a little faster, so none complained. Here he celebrates his excellent putt:

Eminoodle, also celebrating an excellent putt:

The Grand Lunar showing us proper form and follow-through with one of his many excellent putts:

Here's where I made everyone line up and squint into the sun for a picture:

Being the camera-carrier, there are no pictures of me. Which, today, was a good thing, because windy miniature golf courses are quite the opposite of pools in their toll on curly hair. I left the house this morning with pretty good hair going on, but a few hours in gusty wind with unsecured hair did not make for a good hair day in the end. Here is a picture of my hair doing it's best Heat Miser impression, as seen in my shadow. Whether the wind is blowing it, or it's just stuck up like that from all the wind, I'll leave you to guess.