Forks

Friday night. Four friends. Forks. Fifth (unknowing, not home) friend's yard. Fun.

Pulled a little prank on Friday night with Tim and Becky and her boyfriend Brandon. Poor Thomas, it was his last night formally at his dad's home before he got the keys to his apartment. We bought 400 plastic forks and figured those would make a nice farewell gift to him.

Good ole' Thom, he knew it was us right away. He even guessed the number 400 right away! Smarty pants! Anyway, he was a good sport about it all and was especially glad when I agreed to help him clean up the utensil-stricken lawn Saturday morning. That also appeased his father, who was angry because he was planning on mowing the yard that morning. Anyway, Thom put together a lovely video of the tragic event and it's... well, forking fantastic!

Forks, Forks, Forks!