Weekend. Busy.

Friday morning: short bus claims Owen. Minutes pass. Bestest friend Lil is delivered for play date.

Yay me.

Breakfast. Dolls. Coloring. Dress up time. Lets go to the liquor store!

Store. Fruit. Vegetables. Wine.

Playground? But Bea, you're in your velvet Christmas dress. Really? Ok, fine, what the fuck.




















Running around playground.

Lunch with Daddy.

Owen home. Super hero games. More dress up. Supper.

Bonfire.















All fun and games til some one's hearing aids get melted into their skull.

No children scorched.

Saturday. Yard sales. Scores:

Tap shoes for Bea,

Books for Owen,

Shirt for Mommy which makes boobs look big,

Yay me.

Lots of other crap.

Bea passes out.

Bea wakes up.

Beach.














Owen controls tides (and you thought it was the fucking moon).



















Bea digs sand.

Sunday. Walmart with Owen. No crying. Kites purchased.

Kites require running.

Mommy runs. In flip flops. A lot.

Kids love. Laughter. A lot.



Home. Lunch.

Surprise!

Ice cream!

Strawberry. Banana split. Peanut butter topping.

Not all on same sundae. That would be nasty.




"Look over there" trick. Perfected.

Playground. With tennis court. Rackets and balls. I said balls.

Mommy and Daddy play. Mommy in flip flops. Kids laughing. Lady on bench laughing. At Mommy.

No ankles broken.

Home.

Lil over again. Kids love.

Wine.


















In really big glass bought for Mommy by Daddy.

Daddy knows: way to Mommy's heart is through liver.

Mommy knows: way to Daddy's heart is through rod.

He's fishing you sickos.