June 16, 2008

Home Again, Home Again

We’ve made it safely home, although several DVD’s were almost thrown into the Chesapeake on the drive home since the girls wouldn’t stop fighting over which movie to watch. I figured throwing them overboard was littering and obviously wrong so I just stuck my fingers in my ears for a while (my knee prevented me from crawling out onto the roof for a much-needed reprieve). A 9-hour drive (with frequent stops) is a long one with two very opposite munchkins and only one DVD player.

Here are the highlights:

Lil C decided she’d like to potty train while on vacation and is 90% there. I’m as shocked (although pleasantly surprised) as you probably are at this revelation.
We had not a drop of rain until we hit the road to come home today. The weather was perfect and so was our week.
If you don’t spray sunscreen on your lower back and then spend the entire day bent over awkwardly while building a huge sandcastle for the girls, you will have a horribly painful line of bright red sunburn that makes every relative come up to you at least three times a day for the remainder of the week and tell you that you should put more sunscreen on.
I am not the Mexican Train Domino’s Queen. I have been dethroned and I’m not happy about it.
I am however, the Sandcastle-Building Queen (photographic evidence to follow later this week).
Homemade sangria is really good. No, really good.
I returned home to find that we had no showings all week long, but we’re now advertised in the big glossy real estate magazine and had a bunch of people pick up fliers today (this from the local Britney Spears who stood out front all day answering questions from curious drive-by people. I’m not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing yet. I’m thinking it will highly depend on whether or not she was wearing a bra at the time).
I found a pretty cool swimsuit that does not second as a piece of cellophane or transparent window screen in its off-time (Photographic evidence will not follow. I repeat, not follow).
Nothing horrible happened this year. No food poisoning, no internet catastrophes. Nothing. Nothing is so nice.
I bought a "Life is Good" t-shirt while on vacation, because I figured if I wear it I might start believing it and then this big storm cloud that’s been following me around might dissipate and move on to make someone else miserable and unfortunate. I’ll let you know if it works.