Meet the Hacks

When I went over to the Hack's house for the first time to watch a football game, I was met by my friend wearing a wrestling mask standing in a cross-armed pose blocking the front door. As I walked into the door I was introduced to his dad, whose leg was still recovering from a DWI snowmobile accident from last year. They put out a great spread and had several beers available to enjoy during the game. As we were sitting around, the new dog came over to Mr. Hack, knocked over his bloody Mary into his plastic cast, and started to lick the drink out of the cast. Fortunately the drink landed straight up and not too much landed on the carpet. Mrs. Hack ran over to clean up the mess and sat right on Mr. Hack's leg and bounced up upon hearing a rather large yelp. When she jumped up she spilled cleaning solution all over him and even in his mouth. Then he started to spit on the floor. Later on in the evening, Brother Hack pants my friend and Mr. Hack started cracking up. The night continued on when everyone started to move furniture from the garage to the upstairs bedroom. As we maneuvered a larger desk up the bend in the steps, my finger came between the corner of the desk and the corner of the wall. Then as we slid the desk up the steps, the pushers below started to push before I got out of the way and my foot got caught on the step as the corner of the desk smashed into my ankle. Mr. and Mrs. Hack were very concerned about my bumps, I was alright but I was later told that they were so concerned they wanted to give me a call the next day to make sure I was alright. What a nice and wacky family.