Elphaba

An odd reminder if looked upon by another.

Saturday is the celebration of my father's life, and his grand-daughter proposed bringing a couple of water guns for fun. I reminded her of the last water fight instigated by her and my nephew. Garden hoses were used in and outside of the house. They were merely children then.

The competitive nature of the Norwegian Mafia is now in play. Godmother is buying up guns, and as her heir apparent we are back to back with our deadly weapons. (Plus running about is not in the cards for either one of us).

Any non-participants will be subjected to the oscillating water spray cleverly hidden upon the Norwegian Mafia's deck.

All will be soaked to the bone, and my father will smile that we remain foolish in celebrating him.