Anya and I went to visit my family the first week of July. Andy was a big poopie head and wouldn’t come with us. That’s fine. I left him a long list of things to do. (He even did a few of them!)
We had a great time playing in the backyard full of evil mosquitoes and going to our favorite restaurants and shopping at the Goodwill Emporium and getting our hairs cut by Ms. Pat and eating sheep and worm and mouse pancakes and chasing ChewyDog and NonnieCat and BobCat and seeing peaches packed and making cowstumes and squirt-gun-fighting with Grampa and Bubba and having a big ole birthday party with chocolate-cherry cake and candles to blow out! PHEW!
We also played in the pool,
and made tree kites,
and Anya dressed up in her hootchie-mama-Goodwill top (which some lady tried to steal out of my cart – the nerve!),
and jumped up and down at Monkey Joe’s (but not in the hootiche-mama-Goodwill top).
Although part of the journey and not the actual visit, I would be remiss if I failed to mention that Anya went poopoo on the side of the road (not once, but twice!) on the way to Georgia. Ethical dilemma: do you leave the poo on the side of the road (non-populated area) or clean it up? I mean, surely all sorts of things are out there pooing all the time. But then…what if someone gets stranded and steps in the poo? What if a mower mows the poo? What if a bunch of kids stop there to do a Chinese fire drill and slide in the poo and all is ruined?!?!?!?
