"I'll have to call you back."

This weekend my Dad came in to town for my youngest sister's, Jesse, softball game. Since my Dad lives out in the country he had no idea what Charlotte traffic would be like. Please see below for the various texts concerning Charlotte traffic.

    
          


I think my favorite part is "If I had a ugly daughter I would name her Charlotte." Gotta love him. However, he finally made it, and we spent the weekend watching softball.

Not the coolest weekend I know, but it was nice to catch up with my dad. He's always coming up with these outrageous inventions that are hardly marketable to the general public. His most recent invention is a suicide suit - that way there is an easy clean up! Sweet baby Jesus something is wrong with that man. Now getting to the title of this blog. This weekend I stepped in fire ants. Fire ant bites are a mixture of a trillion mosquito bites and hot lava. While Jared was swiping these demon insects off of my foot, my dad was on the phone with a client. He held the phone away from his face, and said "I'll have to call you back." The look on my dad's face was priceless - he knew I was about to experience the worse pain and itchiness of my life. Of course I'm being dramatic, but seriously avoid ants at all costs. 

Big step -  Jared's parents finally got to meet Jeff (my dad). If you know the Hagadorns they are very inquistive people, and if you know the Wilsons we hate answering questions. So of course I was a bit concerned, but things turned out well with additional help from alcohol :)