My overwhelming grace has struck again. The natural flow, the ability to move with style .... doesn't happen with me. EVER.
Actually, I'm writing this while squinting. Yogurt Island struck last night. Literally. After a high school band festival (great music by the way!), DJ, Tre', and I went out to grab something to eat. I was introducing Tre' to the joys of building your own yogurt creation and demonstrating how to add said creation building joys to my yogurt. While pulling the handle down to add slivered almonds (MMMM!) to my pineapple-mango tart yogurt (double-MMMM), I pulled a teensy bit too hard. It rotated over off the shelf and smacked me on the cheek--right by the eye.
What's funny was my reaction. I felt about 13 years old and embarrassed--apologized to the shop, meekly paid for my yogurts and then Tre' and I ate them. This morning, I woke up to the glories of my first black eye.
This was the BEST picture of our family at Mesa Verde. Yes, Josh is showing off his tummy.
Reagan's major
If it encourages her to really be a marine biologist....But was it worth the extra $95 for the DVD?
Tre'
Tre' said that Shamu felt like a "wet hot dog." Hmmm.
Madison
Instead of "wear the crown, be the crown, You are the crown!" (via Miss Congeniality), for Madi it's "Ride the Horse. Be the Horse. You ARE the Horse!"
Josh
And he's not even playing with his toys.....
