Food coma

 If you ever have the pleasure to be cool enough to have backyard burgers at our uncle Neil's house, consider yourself lucky. We wait with anticipation for someone in their family to get married/baptized/graduated/bless a baby because eating hamburgers and french fries and onion rings and homemade fry sauce and Thrifty ice cream is an experience. Thank you, Rachel, for giving birth to precious Royce and blessing him so we could hamburger it up!!!! It is the only thing that holds us over right now when the State Fair is still 6 months away. ....

(This picture of food doesn't even do it justice. This pic is like a 2, our food was like a 1002349783400.


Fletchers in the midst of getting their food coma on....

Bubs, don't drool on your computer screen...