I remember being this tired and exhausted two other times in my life. One time after a six hour flight home from vacation with my kids, and that one time I drove straight home from Las Vegas, stopping only for gas.
I won the award for "worst mother of the year" today as I could barely move from the couch, and all my kid did was watch episode after episode of Dora and Pocoyo. (Good news is that he now speaks fluent spanish...and always knows exactly where Dora's backpack is.)
But I didn't want to leave ya'll hanging when it came to my weekend. I know I had been talking about it a lot, and lemme just say...this weekend far exceeded my expectations. I had the best time ever with my friends and family, but for now, I'm just going to leave you guys with a crapload of pictures. Because that is all my muddled brain can conjure up.
Rest assured, I will be back tomorrow with a decent recap.
Shasta and the J-man. Sweetest couple ever.
no, it's not really that bad posing next to super skinny hot bishes...
trying to put on our floating "diapers"
Rob was the only guy on the boat with all us girls. He was pretty pissed...(not)
Marisa and I, my old college roomie and definitely a bestie
can we just talk about this little trio right here. The one in the middle is my Taylor, who is getting married in just 5 days (who's matron of honor? Oh, yeah, that be me), the hottie on the right is her sister and the gorgeous 6 footer on the left is her other sister. I mean her mom. Yes, you read that correctly. That is Taylor's mom. Talk about having the good genes!
Like I said earlier, I will back tomorrow with a better description of my fabulous weekend, but for now, the sandman is calling my name...or is that Dora...
ps. if you emailed me this weekend I will get back to you asap, promise!