My family is on vacation in Oceanside, California. It's great to be here, but driving through Nevada was less fun. A lot less fun. I don't think anyone likes driving through Nevada . . . if there is anyone, they have medication for that. Really they do. I think they're called anti-psychotics. Just saying.
Anywho, the kids did pretty good, thanks to the DVD player. That thing logged more hours than a slot machine in Vegas. It was humming. I think it has finally cooled down.
Just a few tidbits from the fam before we run off to Seaworld.
Kid A: I should probably do something with my hair. (She is fifteen, after all.)
Kid B: We're going to see whales and dolphins. (But when asked if we were going to the ocean replied, "No. It's closed.")
Kid C: Legoland. Legoland. Legoland. (Repeated non-stop since last Monday.)
Kid D: Can we go swimming in the pool? (She's all about water.)
Anyway, this is a short and somewhat lame post, but I only had five minutes, so you get what you get and you don't throw a fit. Wait, that's what I told my kids all through Nevada. It may be a recurring nightmare.