I expect that I will continue to be a spotty poster/commenter for the remainder of the week.
I notice that I have new followers and I love you. Let's get married.
I will visit you soon.
I will also be a better reader/commenter once I return to my hermit-like normal life. The life, that is, where it is not considered socially unacceptable to be on the computer numerous hours each day.
While I was away, the boys and I met up with my parents at Colonial Williamsburg. With the temperatures soaring around 103 degrees, we all got a true taste of what it would be like to live in the days of wool breeches and hand-powered air conditioning.
We did a forced march up and down Ye Olde Roadway, pushing or pulling the red-faced, whining children. We almost got Ye Olde Heatstroke, were it not for Ye Olde Starbucks.
We quickly returned to the pool, where we engaged in a turf battle with Ye Olde Teenagers and their ancient squirt-muskets of annoyance.
It wasn't all historic ass-tractions, though. We also went to Busch Gardens, where I learned that my children are stubborn as mules.
Thanks to my parents, who attended a root-canal of a time-share presentation, we got discounted tickets to the theme park.
We went straight to the Sesame Street Children's Lollapallooza of Awesome, where my children refused to play in the specially designed sprinkler park, preferring to frolic in the blazing sun.
Owen was quick to dismiss most of the rides as "too fast" or "too scary," although there were infants riding the rides unaccompanied.
Eventually, after some careful analysis and study, Owen determined that these rides were not designed to torture or injure, and he decided to take the plunge. Joel was quick to follow.
I think they enjoyed themselves.
After Busch Gardens and the historical death march, there was only one place left: Bass Pro Shop.
Owen is into fishing, you see, so I thought he would like the fly-fishing demonstration.
I didn't realize it was also a home-design mecca.
I invite you to give me the best idea for how to incorporate this unique and timeless piece of decor into your life. The best entry, as determined by my Dad, will win the title of MOST AWESOME COMMENTER.
Have at it, and I'll see you when my parents find another newspaper or a good episode of Walker, Texas Ranger.
(Thanks to Unknown Mami for hosting Sundays in My City).