Monday, September 1, 2008
What Not to Do While on Holiday.
My stepmom, Linda, throws a heck of a party every Labor Day Weekend and for the very first time I was able to make it to her neck of the woods to marvel in her organization and wallow in her barbecued pork chops and peach pie (the best pie I've ever tasted).
It's always a good time when I visit my parents, but rarely is a party thrown into the visit, so this was a real treat. My daughter and I made the 3.5 hour drive north to Brownsburg, Indiana, a much shorter drive to visit family than we're used to, and were eager to begin our 3-day adventure.
The party was grand, the shopping was great, and the company superb. We visited the butterfly house at the zoo, we got up close and personal with a cicada killing wasp, had lots of fun at Linda's party, and I broke my pinky toe.
How old am I? Old enough to not break a toe, I would think, but I managed to break it in half, even the urgent care wouldn't try to set it. And that was before I could make it to any good crafting stores. And then, because my mind was distracted by the damage I did to my toe, the worst part was that I forgot to take home a slice of peach pie.