Noland, Travis and I spent our 4th of July weekend in WI, at a lovely cottage on a private lake. It was built by the great grandfather of friend’s of ours and we were lucky enough to be invited up for some firecrackers, delicious meals and the closest my boys will ever get to a family experience (and I mean that in a more “grandparent” kind of manner). Since my parents could give two shits about my kids and can’t stand to spend more than 2 hours at a time with them, my adoptive white parents were a far more suitable replacement.
In addition, my adoptive parents are WAY more fun.
1. Language was never an issue. We talked dirty all the time.
2. We made gluten free hash brownies and to watch my adoptive parents giggle uncontrollably was priceless.
3. Drinking began WHENEVER.
4. The attitude was, “The kids are fine.” Even though no one seem to know where the kids were and once, Noland came inside the cottage with a bloody knee while Travis had blood all over his temple. Neither one had an explanation for what the hell happened, but both were happy as a clam.
5. Even the 2 week old bunny with a broken leg which we were nursing back to health spent most of the weekend high.
All in all, it was a wonderful weekend and I’m lucky to have these people in my life. I think my kids kind of sucked the life out of me, but I still appreciated the memories they’ll carry with them.
I’m also super pissed I forgot my camera, so my apologies for the lack of visuals.
sounds like a well-deserved utter blast.
and um, can i get that recipe for the gluten-free hash brownies?
did y see any enemy surface units on the lake??
That sounds like an awesome weekend!
I have the pictures