Uncle Lolli and the Sunday Dinner Streaking

Peg is exhausted, so you will have to tolerate my brilliance for one blog. Hugh and I decided to open a candy store this morning. I know what you're thinking - Sara and Vic said the same thing when we bumped into them at the store: "Good luck!" We didn't need luck, we just needed some hats and a sprinkler and a coloring book and a....okay Hugh calm down. You just need candy, and a sign and a pirate hat:
Some customers:
Then top your evening off with some splash downs at the Hill family pool:
Do you have tickets to the gun show? Arlo has really grown into a Dunnem, complete with six pack Abs, overly, almost-Hasbro-Toy-like muscle development, great spacial relations and an underlying smell of hickory:
To support his machismo Arlo spent his evening arm wrestling his cousin Julia:

xo dd