i have so many stories to tell you about my trip. some will be more exciting, like the pee-in-my-pants laughing i did when i discovered my bat-mitzvah dress in a closet in the basement.
oh yes that IS the very same dress i wore at age 12. the day i became a woman (i became something that day, not sure WOMAN had anything to do with it). (ps. i have NO idea what the red stain is…but my sister seems to think it’s a great start for a super rad 80s zombie Halloween costume. i almost agree with her. almost) (and no, it’s got nothing to do with that kind of becoming a woman, you sick, sick lady, motherbumper! and i know this because THAT day didn’t come until i was in high school)
some stories will be less exciting, like the pee-in-my-pants laughing i did when my mom (pack rat extraordinaire) pulled out over 87 tablecloths when we asked her to find us one for her party. for the record, pre-purge ali owned 6 tablecloths. post-purge ali owns 2. for the record, i LOATHE tablecloths.
but before we get to all of that…i must show you how the trip ended.
oh yes it did.
that right there, folks, is what the martells discovered upon reaching our spot at 3H25 in the parking lot at Toronto Pearson International Airport last night at midnight.
after flying with three extra-hyper children…
after being delayed due to the SNOW in Wisconsin…
after praying to the toilet gods that i would make it home before the REAL fun set in. (oh yes. of course i have the stomach flu)
i’m going to do you all a favor and NOT post any visuals of this. trust me, you don’t want to see it. and now my unshowered, unmade-up, unbrushed, unkempt self needs to work while the husband gets the tire fixed.
(oh, and did i mention that we have carpool today too?)
the stories will have to come later.
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