Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Well, things do get broken sometimes--sometimes for no reason, sometimes because people are being wild in the house.
This was apparently shot accidentally in some nerf battle.
Maria bought me another one for Christmas off ebay, not even fifteen dollars. For sure, not a tragedy. What the heck is wrong with me sometimes?
Just let it go, Val. Not important.
Alicia was so appalled when b.g. threw down a coffee mug that was a souvenir from Niagara Falls. "First all your kids broke everything, and now the grandkids are starting up!"
Yeah, but it's okay. Trinkets are great. People are way more important. I glued the cup and use it for a pen holder. It's perfect for that.
Still catching on, still wising up, and that's probably a good thing.
love you all, MOM
This is the hall where they host wedding receptions. It'd be a great place, but where would everyone park? I don't know, don't need to know.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
I like kid noise. They made me happy.
It was a restaurant along the beach with a kid just about Tim's size holding a puppy. I asked how much to pet the puppy. "Oh that's my son. Pet the puppy for free, but come in and eat!"
Who could refuse that? A ten year old, a puppy, and lunch on the beach?
Well, the margaritas, I drank one and a half, and he had two and a half, and as we headed off, that was too much, so we decided to sit on this bench in the breeze for a while.
She must have been about two with big brown eyes, and a straw hat on. The way she carried herself reminded me of p.j.
Okay, I'm done.
I paid her a dollar for a tiny square of gum that probably was supposed to cost a penny, and kissed the top of her hat. She squinted at me and waved and ran back to her mother, who also waved. Shit, fool. I think I paid a buck to kiss a baby's straw hat.
Then I thought what a money-making machine my own grandkids could be in a set up like this. My Sweetie could tell jokes. b.g. could sing--and his little brother could just smile. Psssht.
And then we came home.
It's good to back with the kids, that's for sure, and winter is very pretty.
I like looking at pictures of winter. But Puerto Vallarta I like BEING IN too.
February is half over, and so is this much anticipated celebration of a trip.
Happy Anniversary, Buddy. I could not love you more, Val