Sent: March 28, 2010 11:05 AM
Subject: Twenty-one
We've been making our pilgrimage to Colorado for twenty-one years in a row -- it's now old enough to drink, so we did in typical middle-aged moderation. While I get the trip another Long Island Iced Tea, you can enjoy a few points of bullet or check the consistently inebriated printer-friendly version.
- Cate (running into the house): "Save me! Simon kissed me for the fourth time! What do they put into that boy?!?" Note: Simon is four.
- "Hey, Dad! I can do a Michael Jackson move!"
- "Lisa, do you know that you're going 90?" Note: we were in a van we borrowed from Grandma (please don't tell her)
- A bag of potato chips exploded as we were doing 70 MPH down a twisting mountain road. We all had an instant of panic as we were sure something catastrophic had happened to the van
- What's the condition that compels a person to make the bed while on vacation? Whatever it's called, Lisa developed a stage-three case while in Colorado
- Irony: skiing a week in Colorado yet seeing more snow fall in Oklahoma and Texas during the drive home
- Watching the start of the new Formula 1 season, Cate was upset that Button and Barrichello are no longer teammates. I don't want to brag, but I think it's pretty obvious that we've raised her well
- Step 1. The kids and I give the dog a bath. Step 2. Unleash insanity.
That's it for now!
Lisa and Greg
