Careful What You Wish For

So the day wasn't a complete bust. Sure, I mopped up more soda, milk, and poop yesterday than seemed humanly possibly, but we did get out and enjoy the evening.

We ate at a restaurant on the lake. The kids were eaten alive by mosquitoes, but there was wine involved, so it was fun.




Oh, and many boats. Many, many boats. Did you know Adam loves boats? I have only pictures of the side of his face as a result.

Then, because Mommy had too much wine and was feeling generous, we went to the overrated, expensive, paved-paradise-with-a-parking-lot amusement park down the road.



You can just feel the fun can't you?

No, he wasn't scared. He was just mad because he thought we were taking out a loan for buying tickets for the roller coaster. How dare we spend his college tuition making him ride that asinine baby ride!

And there was cake!



Never mind that I had to drag three screaming kids out to pick it up myself.

And it was purely coincidental that 26 is on it. We are too cheap to spring for new candles and, duh, my kids are 2 and 6.

But the real fun came later in the evening......

When I met that entire carafe of red wine again in my bathroom. And my tortellini. And that wonderful cake. Surely I had food poisoning because if 39 makes you a lightweight, I want no part of it.


Geez, I don't even like wine.