Now that I've got that out of the way, I'm happy to say we made it all in one piece. En route I may, or may not, have said:
- "I don't care if you don't have to pee, sit on that God dammed toilet and eek something out."
- "Please don't let me kill this TSA agent, please don't let me kill this TSA agent, please don't let me kill this TSA agent."
- "Really, it's soy milk. That's butt paste. And that's my birth control." There was no way I was risking that getting lost in the luggage to which Alex exclaims, "Mom brought her no more baby pills with her. Looks like we won't get a baby on this trip."
- "Sit down, shut up, and act like you are having fun."
With all the technology we brought down with us I still don't have the ability to download pictures. That is confounding me as our condo looks like a Radio Shack right now. I don't understand this at all.
Alex has decided to boycott the beach as I've not allowed the I-touch near the ocean, Lizzy went head first into the water and came out almost puking exclaiming, "it tastes awful!" and I looked over to see Gracie eating some cereal she dropped in the sand. Right now all the kids are hypoglycemic and acting like ass holes.
Not to be outwitted by our little ass holes, we took them on a boat cruise of the nature preserve only to have Gracie throw her bottle overboard. Since it's a nature preserve we had to go back and retrieve it. By that I mean the boat was turned around four different times to fish the damned thing out of the water since we couldn't get it on the first three passes. Alex banged his head on the guardrail when the captain over shot the pilings and ran into the pier and Lizzy, well Lizzy, I lost track of her five minutes into the tour. After Gracie threw her bottle overboard she started a nonstop screaming marathon which scared off all the manatee and dolphin thus pissing off everyone on the boat that wasn't all ready pissed at us. We almost got thrown out into the estuary.