The only way to travel. Wireless headphones, a dvd, and sleepinig twins.
A gaggle of 10 and 11 year-old boys sleeping on Kim's couch after they got home from camp.
Gracie fell asleep in her cool cousin Scott's arms.

So, our long weekend in Spokane is over. It was. Um. Fine. Friday night was my 20 year hs reunion. Poor Mitch spent the whole time being berated by an ex while her sociopathic son stood by. Sam and I flitted about, but were very happy to be done with the whole thing by the time we left. Ick. About 3 am I woke up with a migraine so bad I had to go to the frigging ER for narcotics and they tried to teach me a lesson by not giving me narcotics, so, when 3 hours passed and I was climbing the walls and they finally DID give me narcotics, the headache was so bad I still haven't gotten rid of it. Also, I told them the only place they would get a vein, but since they know my veins better than me, especially when they're shrunken from a migraine, they poked me six times and now I look like I have green and purple giant poka dots all over my arms. YOU SUCK, DEACONESS DOCTOR AND NURSES!!!!!! Mitch spent the rest of the weekend mucking out stuff from his mom's house as she gets ready to sell the place she's lived for over 40 years. So basically his weekend was TOTALLY AWESOME, MAN!

Jack came home from camp covered in mosquito bites and stories of mud fights, animal poop fights, and climbing on the girls' bathroom in their boxers and throwing water balloons at the girls. This time, with all the mud and poop slinging, he actually used all his clothes. The. Smell. Not. Good. We brought Nana, cousin Anthony, and Hunter home from Spokane with us (yep, that's 9 people plus a dog), but Mitch's car is so freaking huge that we were all pretty comfortable. And thank you, Jesus, for the drop down dvd player.