Consider my brush with death officially over.
But I am oh so tired. So very tired.
Laughing virtually non-stop for three days will wear a girl out, lemme tell ya. And the shopping. Oh the shopping.
Quick rundown to hold you over until I post an incredibly long and drawn-out story about the weekend:
*Our first stop was the Turtle. We couldn't go on vacation without gambling, right? Sis won $105. I didn't win shit, which is becoming an unfortunate trend that SUCKS.
*My mother and sister are ornery dooderheads that can conjure up a story so believeable that I look like a dipshit when they finally crack and bust out laughing. I'm going to have to remind them of the story of the little boy who cried wolf...
*I had a thorough tear duct cleansing over the course of the weekend. I cried at the drop of a freakin' hat at every little thing - precious pictures of baby feet in a store, poems about kids growing up, two of the shows we saw, the lack of internet access...
*We ate. A lot. IHOP at midnight....Yum.
*My sister takes the longest showers ever recorded in the history of humankind.
*My mother is a saint.
*We took the back seat out of my van before we left. We completely filled it with shopping bags. That was awesome.
*JOSEPH AND THE AMAZING TECHNICOLOR DREAMCOAT - You gotta see it. No really. You gotta. It'll knock your socks off.
Now I must sleep.
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