Yes (Rick), I know I have an internet addiction, but in truth I am getting on this computer at night after everyone else is asleep, all of the dishes are done, all the wine has been drained, and the only real option on an air bed is sleep. Well, that was delicate.
Briefly. We loaded kids and adults into two vehicles, zipped up the freeway onramp onto I-5 headed south for San Diego . . . into a dead standstill. All lanes of traffic were parked. Flipped on the radio for the traffic report: a semi truck and trailer had rolled and burned this morning at 5:00 a.m., closing all southbound lanes but one clear down to Camp Pendleton, 17 miles away. Yup, we pulled off at the next exit and went to the beach. Nice to have sexy alternatives, huh?
The girls adore their cousins and all is well. They are exhausted from their day spent playing and laughing, and so tears have been plentiful. But the Foolery family sense of humor is still as strange as ever . . .
Sparky, from the back seat: "What's that smell?"
Smedley, the source of all information: "It's either farts . . . or coffee."
Tomorrow we will try once again to hit the wild animal park, and then I have to hurry home, because I have a date. I'm meeting fellow bloggers Marcy, Suz, Vicki and Chris. I plan to lie my ass off all night to make my back story SO much better, but since I will be in the company of video bloggers, that probably won't work. Wish me luck or a sudden death, whichever is more likely. (I'm kidding because I'm actually really excited to meet them all, but I do have performance anxiety. Which is one of the top six reasons I never became a hooker.)
Have a great Friday, and with any luck I'll have photos for you soon!