All 500 or so of them.
When you take that many, you need to put them somewhere.
So where are they?
On the husband's laptop (his work computer that is NOT at home). I never not have access to my pictures after a vacation.
I guess I could blog with words, but pictures always tell my story better ... waaaahhhhhhhhh!
Here is the very short and thoroughly boring explanation for my blogging disappearance. My husband and I piled our bunch of 5 minnies into our gas guzzling car driving through 6 states. We made our stay in Florida where we visited Grandma G at her lovely beach house. My 2 sisters (and their family) came. There we did a small memorial for the one year anniversary of my Dad's passing ... it was lovely. After a few days there, we loaded up the car once again and headed to the world's happiest place -DISNEY. Grandma G, Aunt H, Uncle C, and cousin G came along. Nice trip with lots of memories. Some so memorable that I could probably make an entire blog about them. I may ...
I'm glad to be home. My bed is so much better than any place I slept ... ahhhhhh. I also have some "issues" with hotels and public restrooms. It would be one thing if I just took care of myself on vacation, but I have to look after 5 girls and hope that they take the proper "precautions" in places like rest stop bathrooms or McDonalds(yuck). My husband is one lucky guy to get off the hook with that particular job. I am a very stressed woman after leaving bathrooms. Way too much "don't touch that" and other yellings take place. Let's just say that there are a lot of nasty, dirty, inconsiderate people in the world and because of that I react in a not so nice way and have to use a ton of antibacterial lotion as a result.
So, as much as I love a trip away, I am glad to come back home.
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And I hear ya on the public restroom ick factor. We are road trippers too...no stranger to public restrooms. Good golly, so many people are pigs. ACK! Until B2, I had always gotten the raw end of the deal with the parenting potty duties too. Now I get a little giddy when I get to tell DH...your son has to go potty. Have fun with that, honey. ;)
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