Vacation in pictures...

I wrote this down in Sanibel and it had to wait till we got back.  It's still pretty valid so I thought I'd post it.  Let me rephrase that.  Since we've been home, I've been buried in laundry.  The kids have made a nightly habit of peeing in the bed, on the sheets, on the carpet, stuffed animals, toys and basically anything within striking range from their bed to the toilet.  And amazingly when they sit to pee they still have more in them.  I don't get it.  Anyway since I'm now looking at the front end of my washer and dryer this will have to do.

Here ya go.

I've established the fact we're on vacation.  I've also established the fact I have more than enough computers, wires, phones, cables and monitors to become a wholesale distributor or, at minimum, a small Radio Shack. But here's the one fact that's confounding me and quite frankly pissing me off.  I can hardly use a single one of the computers without getting logged out, timed out or pages simply not loading. 

See, nothing is compatible.  The I-pads won't work with my phone.  The mini won't work with an I-pad but will work with the phone.  Both phones will work with each other and I-touches but won't work with the mini.  The I-pads will work but not with each other and God forbid I hook a phone up to one of them to download pictures.  Then all of them get really bent out of shape and freeze up.  It's like they've ganged up, started their periods and won't ask for any Midol.  They're worse than my kids without sugar and don't get me started on what little ass holes they can be without their sugar.

The end result is that I can't work with any of them.  I can read all your blogs but none of my great gifts of technology will let me read or comment.  And I'm frustrated.  See, I want to talk to you guys and my computers are on their periods and pissed off and won't let me.  I'm more that a little mad, and drunk, and the combination has me banging on keyboards.  It's really hard to focus.  

So I'm sorry I can't post things to you guys.  I really want to. 


Anyway, this is want I originally had posted before I got way too frustrated and drunk:

First we had to stop at WalMart.  Enough said.  Then we spent an assload of money.  Apparently it costs upwards of $500 to feed a family of six for two weeks.  Here's the receipt to prove it.
 

I'll be damned if I make one of these:

I'm not getting anywhere near cleaning a single one of these:

And I have a moral obligation to drink all of these:

Oh yeah, the fridge has more!!!

Oh, after I sobered up a bit I figured things out.  Let me rephrase that.  I think I bitched so much my husband fixed things and now I'm happy.  

I'm going out here to take a self induced time-out which includes getting drunker and finding some more shells.   

And that's exactly what I did.  Alone and without kids, I went out for some peace and quiet.  I think I may have spilled the majority of my drink when I bent over to get a shell but I was alone.  There was no way in hell I was going back in to get a refill.