Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Sorry there's no witty story to go along with this, but at least you know we are alive.
We went to the botanical gardens on Sunday, and it was a beautiful 6 hours flanked by one kid throwing up in the car and one realizing a little too late that he was passing more than gas. Ever ride home in a car in 90 degrees weather with puke and shit? I know some of my readers have!
Seriously, the gardens were beautiful, the kids' garden was Bubba's favorite place ever. Moosie never complained about all of the walking. There were only a few tense moments, like when Bubba and Moose were walking on the bridge with no rails in the Japanese garden or when Bubba nearly knocked his Aunt M into the lake (note to self, next time stay away from the Japanese gardens).
Oh, and apparently Bubba thinks anyone who speaks a different language is Spanish. He went up to an Asian man and asked if he was Spanish and the guy started laughing. Meanwhile Mooser picked up a burning cigarette butt from an outside ashtray, pointed to the sign we were standing by, and shoved the thing in my face saying "Sign say no DEEZ TINGS!!!" I totally didn't see that coming.