Clearly, I am the worst blogger in the entire world. I really am.
Thanksgiving was fun, in that this is frigging insane kind of way. In that good news/bad news kind of way that often defines life.
Anyhoo, part of the problem is that my Mother is deaf as a door knell (which I think is supposed to be DEAD as a door knell but my sister and I have always said "deaf" and "dead" is much grimmer and who knows what that means anyway?) and so I literally had to repeat EVERYTHING AT LEAST TWICE. EVERY SINGLE DINGLE THING. ALL DAY LONG.
So my sister was constantly yelling, "Come on slowpoke! Gun that mother up to jack rabbit and let's go!" But even on jack rabbit, I could barely keep up with the strollers she and BeBop were pushing.
To recap: We had Thanksgiving, guests galore, laryngitis, babies' birthday, zoo trip, narrowly-avoided incident with both peacock and large vicious cat AND our anniversary, all on the same weekend.
Followed in quick succession by my birthday.
My 41st BIRTHDAY, can you friggin' believe it?!
I cannot.
Except when I get eight hours of sleep and STILL wake up tired. Then I can believe it. Or how when I barely step on a speed bump in a parking lot and my foot snaps in two like a dried twig, THEN I can believe I am forty-one.
But I'm determined to make this the best year yet. And I wish the same for all of you.
We got crap-ass cupcakes on our birthday, Thanksgiving-themed cupcakes with crappy Pilgrims on top that my crap-ass cheap Dad got ON SALE. The nerve.
Screw that Dude! I just shoved that chocolate masterpiece in my mouth and was all, YEAH! Chocolate is the BOMB!
We made sure our Mommy couldn't, for the life of her, take one good
photo of the two of us together. One of us was either moving, closing
our eyes, trying to fall head first off the couch or shooting mucus out
our nostrils down the front of our face. GOOD TIMES.
Well, okay. This one was pretty cute. We guess.
This is the whole gang at the zoo. I (Parker) am crying because this hat is not fierce, like AT ALL. And my bro bro looks like a tiny little lumberjack in his hat, so overall not a great fashion day for the Watson twins. But Mommy and Daddy are just beside themselves with joy because here we are, celebrating our 1st birthday! What could better?
(Ok, so Mommy not getting mauled by a tiger while on her scooter. That was also nice. Good point.)
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