Stealing Christina's Fun

A few weeks ago, my good friend Christina (see her link on the side) posted about her family's new tradition of "Big Fun Friday Night" - where they do something fun together as a family. On Fridays. Hence the name. I guess I shouldn't insult your intelligence.

ANYWAY. I know that they think bowling or eating out is the best form of fun, but clearly they've never tried the sure-to-bond-the-family-ties activity of staining a privacy fence!

Last Friday night, Mom and Dad came over to help me stain the fence which was due for a stain/seal/something about...mmmm...a decade ago? I had purchased 2 gallons of stain back on May 4th - about three hours before the great tornado of 2007 that sort of changed our family plans for a while. So finally we had a night with good weather that all three of us were free - and we went to work.

Here's the Mama...please let the record show that she alone suggested we STIR the stain.

Here's Pastor Dave (who really isn't a pastor, but when he does funerals, the paper always lists him as Pastor Dave, so I've taken to calling him that). Let the record show that he was the expert (cause he was the guy) that said the stain did not need to be stirred.

And here's the Bekah. Not my finest outfit. My apologies. Let the record show that I sided with my father in the battle of "to stir or not to stir." My reasoning? Well, as previously stated...he was the guy; I thought that made him the expert. And I was just in a hurry to get started.

To the right: the unstained fence.

To the left: the unstirred stained fence.

To the middle: HEY! There's color in this stain! 

Mom: I told you to stir it.

Dad: I'm sorry. It was my fault. 

Me: Eh, it gives it character. We'll always remember our Big Fun Friday Night from that one board.