Simply put, tomorrow our dear friends invade, um, er, I mean come to visit for a week or so. All of us Laurie's are so excited that we feel like kid's on Christmas Eve. I'm busy cleaning the house, the barn and the arena so the kids have places to play and get into trouble. Today I'll get the laundry done and try to keep the house tidy until they arrive. After that, I have no expectations.
The volleyball net is up. Madison and her boyfriend Tyler, Thomas and Richnigthder played a quick game last night at 9PM and ended quickly when Madison clothes-lined herself on Tyler's outstretched arm. It was freakin' hilarious. The soccer cones are set up for the Haitian sensations and I bought a bucket of baseballs for the kids to hit around......Way far away from the house for the window's sake....picked up some Frisbees and some nerf balls. Buying all this stuff almost guarantees that not a single ball will be played with. They'll most likely be running thru the dark and mysterious woods looking for dead things and collecting ticks all over their bodies.
I've got so much to do and yet I sit here with great anticipation about the fun and chaos just ahead. We are so grateful to have such wonderful friends and to be able to meet up with some regularity. It was just 11 months ago when we attempted our trip to Flathead Lake only to end up stranded in Butte, Montana. Little did we know a family legend was born of that Griswold vacation. Ever since that trip, for some odd reason, our kids think that it's normal for family vacations to visit historic brothels. Where do my weird kids get such messed up ideas?