Our friend and amazing blues guitarist Boo-Boo-Man came over last weekend with his wife GT. The Crew whipped up goat cheese stuffed pork loin. Afterwards, we had Russian chocolate and played the Royal Wii® ;)
GT illustrated the Chinese Finger Trap on a reticent bluesman.
Boo-Boo-Man was, um... a bit freaked out when he couldn't get his fingers loose ;)
As has become a daily ritual living in the Tree House, J considered her options: a) run away or b) join the fray. After careful consideration and conscious deliberation, she chose b ;)
Boo-Boo-Man got kicked in the butt by love.
The resulting retaliatory lovefest involved homegrown Louisiana Voodoo.
After dinner and a copious amount of roughhousing, we channeled Professor Longhair.
Boo-Boo-Man had the whole world in his hands.
Babycakes really seems to love long haired guitar players. Thirteen is comin' up fast!
Mini-Boo-Boo-Man made an appearance, just in time for the limbo competition.
And then Mini-Mama hit the stage!
After the limbo and ceremonial Zagnut and Coffee moment, Babycakes brought roughhousing back into the mix.
Babycakes and GT brought it in for a Kodak moment.
Boo-Boo-Man contemplated life, liberty and the mystery of Al Capone's vault.
GT was happy not to be in Gulag!
Thirteen and the Modern Art of Confrontational Management - a soon-to-be written non-fiction-instructional-self-help-coffee-table-book by Ol' Dad.
Babycakes wrapped up Boo-Boo-Man in full-on freestyle Babycakes love.
Unconfirmed rumors suggest that visiting the Tree House can lead to uncontrollable foot fetishism.
Boo-Boo-Man keenly demonstrated the effects of wearing shoes three sizes too small.
J was immersed in euphoric epiphany after discovering that her feet were not plastic, a vicious rumor most likely started by the Turkish. Note the intensely goofy grin known only to happy flesh-foot-sporting humans.
After the evening was done and the crowd was spent, Mama and Ol' Dad prepared for a good night's rest.
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