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Happy belated Father's Day to all the good dads out there!
My own dad was a very practical man, who didn't much care for Hallmark holidays. But he was a great dad and wearer of impressive pocket protectors.
Back here on earth and in the near present, the guys came by and we all got out for a bit of nature. Thankfully, no one wore a pocket protector.
|Taken while crouched in a cubbie in the fetal position|
For some reason, they must find the highest rock with the steepest drop-off. See Chaco's shoes? Apparently my acrophobia is strong enough that I don't even have to be the one in the high place to start needing to do my Lamaze breathing.
Since I couldn't bear to watch, I distracted myself by looking for a nearby geocache.
Maybe the guys figured the rock climbing wasn't as fun if I wasn't freaking out, so they joined a bit in the hunt and Chaco found the dang thing among so many good hiding places.
So it was a productive and adventurous time, and how 'bout that blue sky?
On Saturday, Meego, Magnum, and I went to see Wonder Woman and enjoyed it. She is, of course, a badass, but there is one aspect of the movie which left me wondering, "THAT is the choice for [spoiler]??" because it wasn't really working for me. For those who have seen the movie, I wonder your thoughts, but for those who've not seen it, I won't get into it. But it certainly was not a deal breaker.
I found the movie to be quite artsy as well as actiony. All in all, a good way to spend the afternoon. Thumbs up.