You know what's really cool? There is a train that runs from (near) my home in central Florida to (near) my parents home in south Florida. You know what's not cool? No one at the south Florida end of the train has enough seats in their car to pick us up. Also, even if someone did have the means to clown car our brood, they probably wouldn't have four car seats. Alas, we are destined to drive ourselves for the foreseeable future. But, someday way off in the distance, I am visualizing myself enjoying cocktails on the Amtrak in lieu of battling highway road-ragers.
We have indeed made this celebrating Spring thing a tradition. Well, if you consider two years in a row tradition. Which I do. Egg dying and hunting were repeat offenders, much to the childrens' delight.
This year Easter also fell on my mother's birthday. She's a youthful 40 years old. Which makes me 20. And if you believe that, I have a bridge to sell you we can be friends. The cake was supposed to be yellow cake with chocolate frosting. But when you (and by you, I actually do not mean me) grocery shop half asleep in the middle of the night, you actually purchase lemon cake and chocolate frosting. Which was incidentally well received by all. By which I mean, there were no leftovers. None.
You must also be wondering why my kids look like they've been punching the crap out of each other. Aside from the fact that they have been punching the crap out of each other, they are also fully and completely obsessed with having their faces painted. And they don't mind if the makeup is applied by a twitchy monkey. (Sorry, Mom. You did a great job. Keep up the good work!)
p.s. As you can see, Dreena (beautiful lady in the red shirt) is continuing to do well. We are thankful. Ever so thankful.
{Can you stand it? Join the family for even MORE bonding time!
Check us out on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, StumbleUpon, and Flickr!}
2 comments:
your brother is hot.
I told you so.
Shelli
Post a Comment