I was up north at my family's treefarm this weekend (for deer hunting) which was very fun, although none of our cousins brought their kids. I really wanted to see them, because they live in Michigan, and we can't get up there to see them often.
Anyways, it was great and I got to take a nice hike (clad in neon orange, of course) because our dog was running around and lost his orange scarf! This frightened us, because members of our family have called him "the black deer" before.
::RANDOM SIDE STORY:: When all of my family gathered up at the farm on the fourth of July this year, we were standing near the shed, talking, when all of the sudden a deer ran through the middle of group. We were completely confused until our dog ran through, chasing it into the woods. ::END OF RANDOM SIDE STORY::
So, yeah, the farm was fun and dad's staying up there for another day of hunting with his brothers.
We got home and niisan got out of the car and started to walk around out front of it, and as he swung his backpack over his shoulder, trying to look as cool as possible, it smacked the front of the car. xd
There's only a teeny dent that you wouldn't see unless you knew it was there, but I laughed all the same, because he's always clumsy and breaking stuff or sitting on glasses or backing over G-kun with the golf cart or riding the cart along the side of hill on two wheels or doing donuts on the ice with the cart (Grandpa helped us with that one, though) or breaking his fifth CD player or destroying our printer or . . .
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