So, I decided that I would go ballooning today. I was joined by Christina, who accompanied me in a smoke of some cricketty. We went on a mission to the grocery store and got five helium balloons of assorted colors and a pack of "jumbo airships," which ended up being much bigger than I anticipated.


the balloons:

We each attached notes to the balloons and our personified "jumbo airship," Steve. Steve was named after our former driving instructor, who was named Steve. Steve Steve Steve Steve. Now that word doesnt exist any more.

Steve:

Christina and her note:

My note:

Christina flew hers first. I'd say it went well, but then again, I am not Belgian. Actually, that's a lie.

Taken by the wind

Success!

We then decided that Steve was ready for launch. However, seconds before take off, Steve popped. It made me cry on the inside. We honored Steve the balloon by creating Mean Steve:

We needed two balloons to lift Mean Steve, so "you are a fatty" had to be postponed. Mean Steve was launched...

...and he went straight into the trees.

I think he's still there.