poor bartie.

When shopping (which I'm furious that I don't have ANY good pictures of) was over, we went to meet the men for dinner. Shortly after arriving in Texas it was evident that the food was to be the highlight of our trips. No Alamo, No Riverwalk, simply.... F O O D. Our Texan family always had the next best place to eat at, and no one was complainin....

Anyway... we were on our way to dinner when Aunt Tina from Texas gets a phone call from her hubs, Uncle Brent. He explains they are going to be a little late due to a "minor mishap." Immediately everyone starts harrassing Aunt Shelby who has four little boys that are always either fighting or in trouble, cause we are all sure its something that the boys did or are doing.

So we go into the restaurant, get sitting down, and in walks Bart (my father in law) on crutches. Yep. Crutches. Knee in a brace, slightly red in the face, and on crutches. While us girls had been shopping, the boys went bowling. Bart bowled three games, sat down and put his shoes on, stood up, and B A M there went his knee. He fell over, and the boys said that everyone around rushed to his aid. "Kneedless" (haha!) to say, it added to our list of bad luck, and Bartie was going to be in for a world of fun at Seaworld the next day.