I'm not. That is: this computer is not.
And now I'm remembering...
You might not be, because most of you weren't around for our last visit to Pennsylvania, and all the fun I had trying to get this computer and this modem to connect, and - if by some miracle that feat was accomplished - making it stay connected.
So I'm typing this in Notepad, with the slim hope that maybe soon I'll get a fourteen second connection that will let me copy and paste.
Okay. Ready?
It started with food - as most things do for me.
Lannis - bless her heart - asked for the ultimate low-responsibility potluck item: the salad.
And I was so grateful that I wanted to make her and her brood this salad, another memory from the beginning of The Mrs.
She, in turn, (and Mr Lannis) fed us this:
Be still my beating heart. (And the cow's, apparently.)
Jr and Miss were in food heaven, especially when dessert came out and it was what seemed like a vast selection of ice cream, mixed berries, and angel food cake.
I won't deny that I squealed when the cotton candy ice cream came out. Why try to hide what I'm sure you all already guessed?
Then this happened:
And this:
And don't forget when the frog showed up to visit and everyone went to see:
Meanwhile, Lannis and I had fun times - the kind of fun times you have when you're a mom, a bit of a freak, and have a very strange sense of humour. Total awesomeness.
Then my daughter peed on the floor, and we went home.
The End.
