Bright and early yesterday morn I jetted off on a week long family adventure with my extended family. Honey and the PCP stayed behind to hold down the fort so the baby and I caught a ride to Tampa with Sister, her Mister and Bird. When I say there wasn't room for one.more.thing in that car, I'm telling the truth. Tampa or bust - in multiple senses of the phrase.
the car dealer, the mittens, the lego and the doctor). I assure you that this trip was no different. When we stopped at Chick fil A for lunch I proclaimed "Cookie isn't going to be stepping foot on that playground if there are questionable types milling around." Approximately three minutes later Sister's Mister doused us with not one but TWO large sweet teas, Bird had taken off his shoe and refused to remove it from the table and Cookie was hanging over our booth dazzling the poor souls on the other side with a mouth chocked full of waffle fries. And, at that very moment, it dawned on me that I was the sketchy person in the roadside restaurant.
Ringing ears and lack of pants aside, in the end we made it safe and sound and full of funny stories of our eight hour adventure. We enjoyed a scrumptious and so-Southern bbq and apple pie supper and caught up with our family over plum wine once the littles were tucked in their beds.
Life is good!