Thursday, July 06, 2006

Home again, home again (jiggety-jig)

Okay, so my dad always used to say that when we pulled up in the driveway after a trip when I was a little girl. I thought it was funny.

So, we're back from vacation. The girls and I went to visit my parents, and Husband went to visit his. Everyone was pleased. He did not have to take care of the children, and I did not have to go to my in-laws' house, which is just massively inconvenient. Also? They positively slobber over the girls. Literally. Grown adults making drooling idiots of themselves over children. I mean, I love my kids, but I'm not really down with the baby talk and the spoiling and the, you know, constant worship. Anyway, it was a nice trip, complete with visits to the pool (and a newfound fear! of water! for the Bear) and to the zoo (boy, do we like animals. but not crowds! oh, no.) and concerts and fireworks. Quite satisfactory. And the best part? This year, I'm not pregnant!

Seems like everyone else in the world is vacationing, too. Happy wanderings!

Coming soon: word-twisting, soul-sucking theocrats and why they annoy me.


Julie said...

You beat me to it! I was going to use this as my title for my next post. Good thing I read it here first so I don't look like a copycat. ;)

Jane said...

You're back! Yay! I guess I'm not the only one with dorky parents?

Julie said...

Apparently not. And apparently it's heriditary; I say it everytime Raisin and I pull into the garage. It's a sickness.