Man, you guys. This mom + work thing gives me little downtime! Let me catch you up since we are having a successful nap time, so I can procrastinate mopping my floors.
Recently (not really, it was last month), Brian and I took a little day trip to Magic Mountain to hang out with his siblings, and I was reminded of a couple things:
1. Girls loved butterfly back tattoos in the 90s. Like, super loved. Sitting down in several rides, I was greeted by a faded green butterfly popping out of some grown woman’s pants, with all the beauty of a dying moth being strangled by a thong.
2. I’m not 18. Roller coasters as an adult are like a dog year situation. You have to multiply your current age by 4, and that’s the age you’ll feel the next day.