It was the party weekend to end all party weekends. I gained twenty pounds. Every one of my kids had at least one "this is the worst day ever!" meltdown. Lisa spoiled all of us rotten. Lisa is my hero.
My brain is shutting down now.
On the bright side, I think we're leaving Nashville tomorrow. It's a 28 hour drive. The next time you hear from me I will be writing from St. George. Or from Nashville. Who knows. As of right this minute, we're leaving tomorrow. Or maybe not.