Behold!
My weekend scenery at Indiana Beach:
Ha.
Try Jupiter, Florida for a weekend wedding (during which I spent more time with my in-laws than my husband butlet’sjustignorethatpartofthestoryshallwe?).
And even though American Airlines ruined our shot at a quick non-stop getaway from the midwest, I did indeed disprove any notion that I am cursed to remain in this region of the country for the rest of my days.
Upon our reuniting with Pitter in Chicago, I have discovered that my child can count to ten (not just to three) and no longer cares about nursing. Also proving that grandparents have mad skillz.
3 Comments
April 15, 2008 at 11:57 am
OOOOoooo. I want to hear thatpartofthestory because that stuff? ALWAYS happens in my marriage.
April 16, 2008 at 9:34 am
I’m thinking of a way to tell thatpartofthestory without offending Sweet Cheeks…
April 16, 2008 at 1:56 pm
Ok, me too, me too!
I want to hear it. Because….me too!
So glad you got to get out, though! Yea for small miracles!