it was COLD...

and i can't even begin to make that word look as it should 'cause it just flat out was... but it was perfect... the kids got excited about Clifford the Big Red dog... and bored with too many random Marshalls... and past Marshalls... Colleens... and previous Colleens... so they ran around playing what looked like football without the ball... i was with my two 'moms' and yup even at 33 when Annmary looks at me and says 'Your cold aren't you?' ~ i still feel about 12 when she gives me her 'I told you so' eyes... and no kids we aren't going to drive in front because i'm still 16 just got my license and am terrified that i'll make some punishable error in driving so we'll hang back and follow... what a line i was walking yesterday... so many memories... so many new ones...

oh and Friday night... we had just enough to drink that we were in that silly, can dance to old 80's covers... sing every word 'cause yeah... we know them... but not so much to drink that we had to pull Big Blue over... well except that Christie's Travis has THE smallest bladder known to man... apparently Corned Beef in Cabbage at a Mexican restaurant is not a great idea ~ oh and in this case in particular even Mexican food at the Mexican restaurant was not a great idea... Margarita's are Green so they worked 'cause we couldn't find Green Beer... we laughed... we sang... we played... then we went home and woke up feeling fantastic

it was the best ~ it set the standard for all future St. Patrick's Day Celebrations no question... note to self... next year handwarmers in my pockets and my shoes... and a flask... it might help take the edge off the bitter... STUPID COLD that it is destined to be