If a picture is worth a thousand words, I should really just post this picture, let you draw your own conclusions, and be done.
But, no. Where would the overexplaining be in that? Nowhere, I tell you.
So, here are a few observations about this picture. And, fair warning, I can’t help but think of this Mark Twain quote every time I write a blog entry: “I wanted to write you a short letter, but I didn’t have time.”
Dear reader, every day I want to write you a concise and to-the-point blog post. But that takes SO MUCH MORE TIME than just stream-of-consciousness rambling.
With that in mind, I present, a few observations about this picture…
1. We finally went to the American Girl store. Ever since it opened a few months ago, it’s been completely booked. Apparently all those people who vacationed at the attached Westin and spent days admiring Saige, the Girl of the Year, have moved on with their lives. This has opened up a table for folks like us, who made our reservations a mere five days in advance.
2. Grandma is in town. When out-of-state grandparents visit, it’s a cause for celebration! We get to do special things like eat at American Girl, go to Galveston, and order 5,000-calorie desserts.
3. Hi, I’m Tina: I write long blog posts about not eating sugar or gluten. But then I post pictures of myself gorging on brownie pops. I’m an inspiration to middle-aged women everywhere. Especially since I also shoveled in the girls’ desserts, when they couldn’t eat them all.
4. Elisabeth is wearing a thick turtleneck. Grandma has on long-sleeves and pants. I have on layers of clothes (including a SCARF). Apparently Catie has not inherited the I’m-freezing-even-in-hundred-degree-heat gene from me, because she insists on wearing shorts. Even though we typically have to leave restaurants so she can warm up.
5. There are no boys in this picture. This outing to the American Girl store was introduced with so much hype for the girls (“Be good because tomorrow we have a BIG SURPRISE!”) that they boys started wondering what their special treat would be. M stepped up and told them he would take the out for a “SUPER FUN” boys’ night. He might have promised them it would be “crazy fun.” When I texted him to ask where they ended up on their SUPER FUN BOYS’ NIGHT, he texted back this.
Because sometimes a Denny’s sign is worth a thousand words about the kind of crazy fun you’re having: Kids Eat Free! Pancakes with Actual Syrup! BLTs!!!!
(Four hundred words and two pictures later, I’m still trying to master that short letter thing. Obviously.)
