Yeah, I don't remember it either.
Here's family picture day, part 3:

remembers when everything was so big



I am 30. I am a responsible adult. I have a full time job. I am the mother of two children. But I turned into an embarrassingly shrill 15 year old at the American Idol concert last Monday night. Um, this is me with David Cook onstage in the background. 
If you have been following my blog for any length of time, or just know me a bit, you may remember that there are two retreats I attend each year that are necessary for building lasting friendships and maintaining my overall mental health... They both include wonderful girl time full of desserts, endless hours of drinking coffee in our pajamas, talking into the wee hours of the morning, sleeping into the early hours of the afternoon, laughing hysterically, playing the occasional game, looking at pictures, and re-hashing the old days. (And yes, I can legitimately say "old" days as Cheryl and I recently discovered that we have known each other for TWENTY YEARS. Since when am I old enough to have had a friend for TWENTY YEARS? I have no idea where the time has gone).









