Well, look at that. I haven't written anything since last year.
That sounds so dramatic.
I don't know about y'all, but vacation is over at our house. We've celebrated 'til the cows come home (and around here that could be used in the literal sense) and we've rested nearly into a vegetative state.
So, real world, here we come. We're back and we're dressed (which is a huge change from lounging around in our pajamas.)
Homeschool began for us today. I'd like to stay it started with a bang but I'd be lying. It's more like a poof. But we started and we will get into a good routine this week. It takes a while to remember that a normal day does not begin with corn flakes on the couch and an hour of Spongebob.
Last night I rounded out the vacation with a fun celebration. My friend L just turned 40. She doesn't look a day over 25. I'm not kidding.
It was a surprise party with a small group of ladies who are all a hoot. L was escorted in the restaurant wearing a blinky tiara and a pink feather boa completely with grace and style. Only L could do that.
Happy Birthday L. You make 40...er... thirty-nine look good. Hold on to that feather boa. I may ask to borrow it in about 11 months.
From your 110 pound friend.
(Last clever line stolen straight from a birthday card. This aging thing is killing my creativity.)