Aaaaaaaaand . . . we are on vacation. Or rather, staycation. Yet another Grandma and Grandpa have come to visit (I told you, the kid has a whole army of grandparents) and we will be spending the rest of the week visiting all sorts of touristy spots around town. There's nothing quite as fun as a vacation where you don't have to spend a bunch of money on travel arrangements.

Since our guests weren't going to hit town until late in the evening, we figured we would kick our staycation off with a nice little walk with the dogs. You know, so that we could walk the insane out of the Bulldog. Meg goes completely nutso anytime someone besides Mr. Husband, Alexis, or me sets foot in our house, so we figured we would drag her around about 2 miles and wear her fat butt out. I'd say the project was a smashing success considering that she has been relatively angelic since the outing.

Also in Operation Sit Still mode is me, myself, and I. Guess what I didn't think about? I totally didn't remember that a two-mile walk through the woods will invariably result in me developing a 32-pound growth on my left hip. That growth has an attitude problem if I try to move her to the right, up to my shoulders, or do anything that does not result in her being exactly where she usually is. All that leaning to balance the 32-pound growth has me engaging in a rather permanent lean. It's so fun, but not quite as fun as being the person who tries to keep the two psychotic dogs on leashes under control. Mr. Husband was the lucky soul who has rope burns from trying to keep the psychotic furballs from running for the hills.

The fabulous news was that there was a lake where we were walking, so I did get a few breaks from my growth. The kid lurves to stare at bodies of water, so she asked to climb off my left hip a few times so she could stand and be Zen with some H2O. Hello, photo op!

As we are enjoying our staycation, there may be a shortage of quality posts. As in, I may not be coherent enough to put words together to form those new-fangled things called sentences, but I'm sure that photos will somehow find their way here. They always do, after all.