Trippin' in STL.

I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover
Street sweeper baby, cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pound
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now ...

Hung out with Nelly last week in the Lou... Mound City... Gateway to the West... Yo.

You dig?

*snort*

Okay. Anyhow...

After a 16 hour drive, me and the littles made it to el casa de mon pere. Like that? That's what I call Franish.

Oh, I love this guy:



Don't leave your kids in the car, you dig?

Ok, back to what I was saying. What was I saying?

Oh yeah, St. Louis.

It was nice. The drive, not so much. Particularly the drive home. We debated having N fly up and help me drive back cause it was CrAzYyy but he was all, "You can do it!" SO I did. And got a flat tire in the middle of Oklahoma. Blurgh. Oklahoma. Glad they let me pay them $8.25 for the privilege of driving on their roads. :/

But. I'm a big girl. ANd I handled it. (Not that I didn't curse him out and hang up on him.)

SO, yeah, St. Louis. We swam, we ate well, kids played with cousins. It was good!

I forgot the camera.

Oh well.

One of the best moments was when we were in Joplin, Missouri in a Chik Fil A. The boys had to potty SO bad so they ran in the bathroom while I ordered. Ike came out while I was trying to place the order and yells "Mommy, I peed my pants a little!"

"Okay, it's alright."

"THEY"RE ALL WET!"

"It's okay, shhh."

"But, they're WET in the FRONT! SEE!!?"

"Okay. Ike, where's your brother?"

"He's in the bathroom going STINKY!"


:)