Crawfish, yummy as they may be, are still extremely boring traveling companions.
Satellite XM is heaven sent.
Mole crickets do, indeed, bite. Or pinch. Whatever, but it hurts.
It is possible for a one year old to sustain a low grade whine for an entire 3 1/2 hour ride.
This year, flip flops were the Mother's Day gift du jour.
Pink porcelain fixtures in a bathroom are way cooler than you expect them to be.
It was a good weekend... busy, but fun. I'll be posting more about that later, but for now, I must unpack and clean. "Yay for Mondays!!", she says enthusiastically.
Posted by Shannon at May 10, 2004 10:08 AM | TrackBackI don't like Mother's day never have, my mother is a street walker and who knows where she is now adays so nothing to be thank full for except that the good Lord has been my garidian angel and watched my back, to hell with mother's day!
Posted by: tony campbell at May 10, 2004 12:12 PMoh my.
Posted by: Ashley at May 10, 2004 01:56 PMI wonder how he really feels?
Posted by: Amy at May 10, 2004 04:17 PMIf that's true, Tony, then you really do have an angel. Sometimes it's not such a bad thing when somebody, like a parent, isn't in your life. Maybe you came out better for it. Thankfully, my mom WAS my angel, so I still enjoy the day.
Posted by: Shannon at May 10, 2004 06:00 PMTony... no matter how abusive, negligent, or just pain not there she is and was... she did do one honorable thing... she had YOU... and for that alone I say to her... wherever she is... thank you... and happy mother's day...
Posted by: Aunt Vickie at May 10, 2004 06:36 PM