More adventures from this summer:
- Three days in Northern Wisconsin with 8 children aged somewhere between 2 and 13 plus my mother and her sisters.
- On said adventure, in a fit of pure, 2 year old fury, my nephew bit me. The crime? Looking at him. But, come on. How could you not?
- Northern Wisconsin is beautiful. Who knew? Nobody told me about this. It's like that time I went to Virginia and there were mountains. WTF.
- New pet peeve: People who are afraid of seaweed. It's like being afraid of trees.
- This post is also sponsored by gas prices. My mother broke her right foot and all of her time in the passenger seat is giving her way too much time to read aloud any sign that we pass on any highway. "$2.42...wow!" "Route 32" "TGI Friday's." At what age does this start? Now accepting applications for the job of hitting me when I start to do this.
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