It's all fun and games - until someone gets run over by a golf cart!

Golf carts are a lot of fun, although I suspect the security patrol at Pirateland may disagree with me on this point. . .

By day, golf carts are useful things.  They ferry us to the beach in the morning and then to the lazy river in the afternoon. 

They can also be useful for distributing cookies. .

Cookies and milk can be served in the back. . .

And I can't even BEGIN to explain this.  Really, Heather, a SNUGGIE?!?

But then, at night, golf carts become a completely different entity!  Let the golf cart races begin!

But sometimes things can go amusingly awry (gee, ya think?!).  I personally did not witness this as I was curled up on my couch, dozing in front of the TV as the ususal suspects were wreaking havoc and tormenting the security patrol, when my door burst open and in bounds Missi with an unbelieveable tale of my angelic sister, Beth, having run her over?  Unbelievable, say I - how can such a thing be?  Imagine my amusement (because Missi was clearly unharmed through the incident) when my fellow campers confirmed the event!

Anybody know a good exorcist?  Because I'm pretty sure these golf carts are POSSESSED!

Weather's been absolutely awesome, we've got some clouds and showers predicted for today so I'm off to Margaritaville for fruity drinks and volcano of nachos!  Later. . .