We're in Montana and my sister's Big Nuptials are less than 48 off! So many stories yet so little time... Including one in which I completely retract my previous comments about "being comfortable with myself". Lies! Let's call this the great Bathing Suit Debacle of 2011. Since last decade's suit finally unraveled, I had no choice but to face the
I've been insanely busy at work plus doing a gazillion wedding-related errands (Flower girl dress! Sparkly shoes! Pink tutu suits!), and of course mom's stuff comes last. I'd planned to do lunch time shopping but then the kids caught strep (RIGHT before vacation - OF COURSE. It's like death & taxes - Planned trip? VIRUS ALERT. On a bright note, their antibiotics should stave off further pathogens from the petri dish that is mass transportation). Wednesday afternoon was sucked up with more tornado sirens/basement time, leaving me with less than 12 hours to go and two kids in tow - my best shopping option is now Target. Because they are close and also have
The flight itself was more or less fine, other than leaving for the airport at 4am without a single measly hour of sleep and, as it turns out, a poorly packed bag to boot (it's supposed to SNOW here. Do we have jackets? Sweaters? Do you enjoy rhetorical questions as much as I do?)... we arrive... THE POOL IS CLOSED.
My apologies, I am not certain my thoughts were articulated clearly enough. Allow me to repeat:
THE MUTHER-EFF@#$%^&* POOL IS MUTHER-EFF#$%^&* CLOSED.
At least now I'll fit in with all the other moms at the neighborhood pool this summer with my new skirt suit.
There are lots of pictures to post but I must run off. We have an exciting morning planned at the local grocery store. Running down the canned good aisle will be just like running thru the park - remember it's cold here? No jackets? I'm seriously going to earn my mommy stripes today.