Lexi was explaining how many "apples high" she was. (a internet search for "three apples high" brings up many links to different bands with "three apples high" in their names. These bands should really be embarrassed that they have named themselves after the Smurfs)
Here we are for another installment of Breakfast Barbecue.
Barbecuing pancakes makes me happy.
While I do have to omit quite a few pictures in order to get this post down to a reasonable size, I will try and keep as many of myself as I think is possible.
Megan and Lexi were having a heated debate over who's lighter was who's. The end result was writing on all of them with permanent marker.
As it turns out; I needed more protection than I had initially thought.
Megan had taken some pictures of herself, however, I think this one is funnier.
Here is Megan, our site coordinator. we have started just referring to her as Boss.
We decided to sit in the shade this time.
Here I attempt to flip our giant omelet/scramble/egg.
Here I am being applauded for my humanitarian efforts.
Go Team!
Breakfast is served.
Bagels,
Eggs,
Potatoes.
There were also pancakes and possibly bacon.
I will not go into what I was explaining in this picture.
I will just say that Megan was not a fan.
Today, I win the award for alienating my girlfriend.
Sorry Steve.
Maybe you will have better luck next time.
There was a lengthy discussion of a man who went on to murder his dermatologist.
Apparently he was from Roseburg.
And Megan dated him.
Hooray!
...
This is some bacon that Kat found.
What barbecue breakfast would be complete without a picture of all the bottles of champagne (style beverage) consumed.
The discussion of the dermatologist killer continued.
Apparently Maureen dated him as well.
I don't remember why Megan put on the pirate costume.
I suppose one doesn't really need a reason.
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