I haven't tried to poke my eyes out yet. That's a good sign, right? A few backhanded compliments now and then in which I reply with a simple smile and knod and a hidden middle finger behind my back. But it's OK.
"This is really good for your kids. Now the next time you go somewhere it'll be easier."
Because we store them in a cave and they never see the outside world, NEVER! What the fuck?
We are in Traverse City, MI. Just blocks from the beach. It's beautiful here. But it's not the tropical vacation my snobbish side adores.
Now how about another picture?
My very tall, handsome husband and squirrely son.