Got in the car, drove to EaWa, dropped the kids off with mom and dad, continued driving on through the wheat fields, drank wine, ate good food, shopped...it was big fun.
But a few days away from those stinks makes me miss them.
Okay, maybe one more day away would've been okay, but you didn't hear that from me.
In any event, being away from them reminded me of some recent celebrating...involving some kick arse numbers.
First, there was the third. If you see what I'm saying.
3 is a magic number, so there better be some damn good presents.
And there better be a damn good party.
So that you're just tuckered out by the end of the day.
Because you'll have to get up a day or two later and do some more celebrating.
For the fourth.
I love me some magic numbers.
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