*(The first time i wore this hat, Sheamus looked up from his legos so casually and said "well hello Perry the platypus.")
We got off to a rough start. One hay truck fire, 2 luggage carriers flying off roof rack onto the middle of the highway, 4 hour delay in what ended up being a 16 hours drive later...we arrived in NorCal (which might be our family's only standing tradition?). I am pretty easy to please on vacaysh as long as my kids aren't barfing and no one makes me have a "plan". Plans make me hate plans, and planners and planning. You'd think as a secret agent (*Perry the platypus) I would always have a plan. But that is where Perry and I differ you see. I'm crazy like that.
(how much does "plan" sound like a pretend word now?)
Sonny is also easy to please. As long as he had sand shoved into every hole of his face, he was happy. He would prop himself up head/face down like an ostrich and run his fingers through it for hours. He didn't even care when it was crusted around his eyes and running with snot into his mouth. He was so shabby. Some lady who wanted to help the poor lost baby find his irresponsible mother changed her mind about picking him up when she feared she might contract a disease. i laughed as i watched her inner struggle from 20 feet away.
Just like the summers i went there when i was 14...we had bonfires, rode roller coasters, ate ice cream, taffy and SO much garlic pizza, laid out, visited with family, gagged at all the expensive old lady linen clothing boutiques and looked for hot guys. It was perfect.
Unlike the summers i went there when i was 14...i went to bed at a very reasonable 10 o'clock, wanted to vomit after the one ride i went on, got a major garlic headache, tanned my legs only, cooked for family, read books and watched my kids have treasure hunts and eat sand (sonny) while lounging with my lover. It was perfect.
this is the only full family photo we managed to take in those 7 days.
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