Since I'm not where I can do anything about getting pics online, folks are going to have to be happy with the sisters in Hello Kitty G-Strings pic from Sunday.
I'm still just enthralled by that whole Les Miz performance and inspired to start writing a little musical theatre. I can't wait to talk a little shop with Frank, my friend who writes musicals.
The kids are having a blast with their cousins. Tonight we hope to go swimming and then imbibe the fruit of the vine with SIL and watch movies whilst the children frolic and watch something downstairs. We went to the park to "fly" kites and now John is pointlessly trying to untie a gigantic knot of kite string. I tried telling him a few times not to bother, but I think he finds it a mental escape, so I'll let him be. Later -- if I don't strangle him with the kite string first -- maybe we can sneak off to some nook or cranny for a little stress release. ;-) I bet that would make his day turn a little brighter. I hope so, anyway.
In the meantime, the death talk begins from MIL. We always get a rundown about who's died and who's being hospitalised and who's terminally ill and ack - how depressing. Gimme some of that kite string, dammit.
SIL and I made a wine run and at some point tonight I will get her raging drunk and attempt to steal her copy of Boondock Saints. She knows I covet it and I'm sure she's booby-trapped it. My oldest niece (16) has likely added her own security measures. If you come back and my blog is on fire, you'll know what happened.
LOL I finally got into Fal's Darth Vader links. Check out round one and round two. :-) Poor Darth! I wish I could understand the punchilne at the end. Any help Fal? Maybe I'll have to run them by sis's boyfriend.