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Summer Vacation


Day 1:
Swine Flu
doctor co-pay

Day 2:
a. really gross knee injury
b. doctor co-pays (two planned, one not)Day 3:
a. bored kids find window markers
b. said culprits wash car

c. friend reads blog and believes all cowboys need a real cowboy hat.
Thank you Catherine (Keep Your Sunny Side Up)

Fedoras don't count.
d. cowboy says, "yeehah!" all through dinner
e. yard work with a "helper."
f. no nap
g. tantrum
h. a bath
i. a shower.
j. tantrum. "I'm not tired!"
k. little cowboy goes to sleep in the buff wrapped in a blanket.
l. teenager calls home
m. Mom goes outside and sings to her plants.
n. Mom comes in and checks the words to Les Miserables.
o. Mom realizes she's not going crazy. She's already there.

Day 4:
Can't wait.

Comments

  1. ChristaJune 4, 2009 at 7:40 AM

    HAVE FUN! Did he use the line "Mom, cowboys don't take baths, they dust off?"

    ReplyDelete
  2. wendyJune 4, 2009 at 9:13 PM

    Swine flu? Really?

    Crazy isn't such a bad place to be. The car looked pretty cute, imho. :)

    Good luck!

    ReplyDelete

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