moosh in indy.

I should like to scold Indiana and put it in a time out for the most recent weather we’ve been having. Who needs 30mph 25 degree winds with snow flurries? No one. That’s who. Never have I wanted my groceries to march themselves inside than I did this afternoon. The older I get the more and more pleased I am with my suburban home, attached garage and crossover SUV. However I’m not very pleased that I gave into Addie’s request for a flute from Mexico. Suddenly 15 pesos seems like an awfully steep price for my sanity.

It was one of those mornings when I could feel the urge to stay under the warm covers and hibernate the day away before I even opened my eyes. Unfortunately a small human down the hall had other plans and began screaming “POOOOOOP!” shortly after 7:30 am. It’s funny how this blog can go from the Addie show to the Vivi show depending on the week. I am regularly accused of favoring one over the other depending on when the accuser happens upon my blog. Last week I was told on three separate occasions I looked too young to have children, let alone an 8 year old. I took it as a sign I clearly need to spend more time in Mexico.

I decided to face several enormous fears of mine (open ocean, deep water, waves, drowning, dying) and join Cody in the asinine activity portrayed above. It was fun! Until it wasn’t.

In an unfortunate turn of events I ended up using the ocean as a terribly vicious neti pot. When I took my swimsuit off a perfectly bum crack shaped chunk of sand fell to the bathroom floor.

I didn’t go back in the ocean.

You know what I like? This:

If you’ve ever wondered what living with Vivi is like, she’s a lot like the brown goat with horns at 1:22 . I figure there has to be at least one of you who hasn’t seen this video yet, please enjoy. It’s one of the best things the Internet has ever given us.

Related posts:

1. The one about the crazy lady (me) yelling on the plane (again.)