The Three Musketeers (or something like that...)

I couldn't name it "The adventures of Clint, Chelsea, and Sarah" . . . That would have been too unoriginal. (side note)

As fun as "The adventures of Goose and Sheep (part 2)" would have been to write, sadly they are on vacation to a desert island called "The lovely land of Sarah's canopy-covered bed." So, I guess I decided I should appeal to the only audience that actually reads my blogs.

What can I say about our trio? Oh, yes...our fun-filled day at aunt Roberta's. It started off with a wonderful introduction to the fam, which left Chelsea and Sarah feeling internally awkward...but they got through it by cordially shaking hands, smiling, then running to the bathroom to hug themselves.
Then, after a wonderful meal, they all headed out to the pasture/back yard, dodging manuer in the meantime, to meet Scottie and Paco. Paco was definately a ladies man. He had Chelsea and Sarah swooning. Scottie kept to himself, but Clint kept him company. Poor Scottie.
Following the lovely encounter with the horses, a walk in the woods was in way. It was lots of fun frolicking through the trees and trying to run up the mountain gracefully in heels. Sarah just had to prove her tough beastly womanly-ness, which continued into the football encounter.
It was a tough game. Clint was the all-star quarterback of the Clan McFortner. Sarah was the awkward running back of Curt's Angels. No one had to trip Sarah, she was sufficent to trip herself, seemingly playing for the other team. Then she made a glorious finishing touchdown, faking Clint out. She stepped to the right, swirved to the left, and with breath flaring out their nostrils and sweat coming down their brow, they ended with a suspensful tie.
But, all good things must come to an end. After a long car ride discussing birthdays, friendship certificates, and Clint's uncanny similarity to Superman, we arrived back at campus...destined to go back to our daily routines. It wasn't good-bye for the trio, just "until we meet again."