Fourteen hundred miles round trip? Like this:
No, seriously. There were about five minutes in West Virginia where I was all GET OFF OF ME! But she breathed on my arm and looked so sad. And she knew the minute she could get away with coming back on, too.
And I enjoy Marvin taking pictures while hurtling down the freeway. Safe.
We spent the first night in a hotel, and someone Gladys Kravitzed out the window the whole time. ABNER!
At a restaurant, I let my friend's kid take pictures, but she didn't have the whole "which way to turn the camera" thing down.
Finally, we got "up North." I promise that's the last time I say that stupid redundant phrase.
Yes, Gus was there. My mother felt sorry for him and sprang him from the kennel. He spent much of his time looking at Lula out of the corner of his eye and growling. She didn't care. She was too busy getting incredibly dirty.
"This is how I should be all the time. I do not know why I speak in italics."
Marvin enjoys stupid hats at any time, but especially in nature. I do not know why mom is sporting a bolo tie. Perhaps it's her house key? Maybe she will write in and tell us.
I tried to make Lula dress up for my birthday.
Notice she brought her hippo on vaca. That hippo never gets a day of rest. Who puts white carpet in a cottage? With a lake, and mud, and 17 dogs?
Some of my friends and many of my relatives drove to my mother's cottage for the big day. What do you want from me? I am an only child. My birthday has always been gargantuan. I am sure everyone wants to slap me. I want to slap me.
At any rate, a good time was had by all.
This is my Uncle Leo, who is 1/117th Mexican and who is obsessed with his Mexicanness. He just spent four months in Mexico, in fact, and came back to say things like "Caaancuuun," with this phony accent he adopts whenever he says Spanish words. Fortunately, he is asleep, so he doesn't hear me making fun of his 1/1000th drop of Mexican blood. Shhh, let's go somewhere else so we don't disturb his "siiiiiiesta!"
We went back to the scene of the crime for our anniversary, and stayed in the bridal suite again.
Phony flowers aside, it is lovely there. Right at 6:00, which is when we got married, we went back down to the water and made fun of our vows.
My mother and I both have a photo of me on these stairs on my wedding day, without that stupid "Welcome to our Inns" sign, thank God, and I was gonna put that photo up with me doing this stupid pose, and do you think I can find that picture anywhere? It used to be on my vanity, and it occurs to me I haven't seen it since we moved into this house. Crap.
Anyway. We do not usually go in for fancy dinners much, but we decided to eat where we got married, as they have a nice restaurant there. Oh, it was good.
The chef knew it was our anniversary, cause we had run into him down by the water during the making fun of our vows part. Hence the heart.
So, it was a good vaca. Don't you hate people who say "vaca"?
It's not back fat. I am storing chipmunks in my bra. Keep them warm for winter.