Another one under the belt,,

Another lobsterfest has come and gone. Each year we also hear ourselves saying it will be our last. We have been to 10 out of 11.
Not to dump on the whole deal but I guess we are getting old-er. Every year it seems to be hotter, louder, and more crowded. Oh yea, that sounds like age creepin in!
Then each year we start psyching up for photo ops. But we never bring back much to speak of.
Mostly because I start drinking beer and we know what happens then.
Whine whine whine,,, but do I really need another excuse to drink beer? I think not.

The best part about the whole deal is seeing friends we don’t see much all year. But then again, it is not the most ideal setting for that either.
So as of right now, count us out for next year. But, don’t write that in ink,, just pencil.

Here are some photos, Mrs. Barns first.















































































And mine.