So the last night of vacation I told you I would take pictures like there’s no tomorrow, and I did. This is the before shot of Jake and Michael in the Go Kart. Don’t let the big eyes fool you. Jake wasn’t the least bit scared. Though perhaps he should have been since Michael apparently takes Go Kart racing VERY seriously. Like homecoming-game-senior-year seriously. But then, apparently I do too.
I blame Rosie O’Donnell. We’ve been on vacation this week. It’s the last day. And I have no pictures. Not a single one. Why do I blame her? Because in one of her books she talks about scrapbooking and how obsessed she is with it and that in some ways she thinks taking so many pictures of life is a way of not fully living it. Some things you read
I get crushes easy. And now I have one on Branson. I wrote last week at work about my plans for visiting there. When you think of Branson, if you’re wondering, “Do I have to enjoy country music to go there?”, then you’re definitely not asking the right question. First of all, no you don’t. And second of all, what?! I really don’t think anyone should live in Missouri without