Matt Ebert

Just a boy with a dream….of pirates and moon ships

Reason #23 that I know he is my boy

That’s my boy!

Gina says (12:43 PM):
matte is at the end of the bed..
Gina says (12:43 PM):
kinda leaning over
Gina says (12:43 PM):
he sat really still and farted REALLY loud
Gina says (12:43 PM):
then looked at me
Gina says (12:43 PM):
threw his head back
Gina says (12:43 PM):
and laughed harder than ever before!!
Matt says (12:43 PM):
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Gina says (12:44 PM):
he has his tounge hanging out..
Gina says (12:44 PM):
and the cat keeps trying to swat at it

 

God damned gophers!

 

caddyshack_carl

License to kill gophers by the government of the United Nations. Man, free to kill gophers at will. To kill, you must know your enemy, and in this case my enemy is a varmint. And a varmint will never quit – ever. They’re like the Viet Cong – Varmint Cong. So you have to fall back on superior intelligence and superior firepower. And that’s all she wrote. – Carl Spackler

That’s right, it is officially gopher hunting season.  The first hole popped up last night.  I am guessing there will be two more when I get home later.  Not happy!  So it looks like my upcoming weekend will consist of crawling around the backyard with a hose, a shovel, and a cooler full of beer, or at least that is what Google is telling me to do.  On the upside, I already know whose yard that I will be disposing of the aforementioned varmint.  Wish me luck!