Just got home from St. George, Utah. We stopped by the "Squeaky Cheese Factory" in Beaver. Did you know Beaver shuts down at 6:00 PM? Yeah, no. Seriously. Even McDonalds. Yeah, no. Seriously. So when all we could find was static on the radio as we rode out of town, Jules said, "Geez. Even their RADIO shuts down at 6:00!" Good one, Jules. Here's another~
Jules~"Um, Mom? Do you have rotten walnuts in YOUR ice cream, too?"
Me~"Nope. My walnuts are fine. How do you know they're rotten?"
Jules~"Well, first of all, most of them are green!"
Me~"Ha! Not walnuts, dear. Pistachios."
Now just so you're not angry, thinking I had any fun without you, (besides ROCKIN' OUT to REO Speedwagon, which is clearly illustrated in the above pic,) let me assure you that the sky was as a leaking urine soaked baby diaper nearly the entire time. It just smelled better. And the riotous wind ripped through my hair, adhering most of it to my lipgloss every time I stepped out of the car. And the warning cry of "ROAST," was heard loud and often in the automobile, on account of us implementing the family vacation motto a few years ago. It is as follows~
"ANY AND ALL RUMP ROASTING THAT OCCURS IN AN OCCUPIED FAMILY VEHICLE, MUST BE MADE KNOWN TO EVERY INHABITANT, AND IN A TIMELY MATTER, BY SHOUTING, 'ROAST!' IN ORDER THAT MOUTHS MAY CLAMP AND WINDOWS UNROLL, SO AS TO KEEP THE DAMAGE AND JUSTIFIED HOSTILITY TO A MINIMUM."
It seems to be effective, but there are occasional mishaps, in that we'll get a mouthful of shart essence without so much as the telltale rumbling. But they're teenage boys. We take what we can get.
Anyway, just wanted to catch you up to date. Oh, and here's something fun...SECOND SON CHRISTIAN DALE IS THE NEW STUDENT BODY PRESIDENT for his High School next year!
And I know what you're thinking. The answer is yes—I did do it for the sweater. What's your point?