The Seven Days of Vacation...

On the first day of vacation, my true love gave to me a boy puking in a zip-loc bag.

On the second day of vacation, my true love gave to me, too much fun at the family BBQ and a boy puking in a zip-loc bag.

On the third day of vacation, my true love gave to me three kids a-squirting (Paul was the biggest kid of all), too much fun at the family BBQ, and a boy puking in a zip-loc bag.

On the fourth day of vacation, my true love gave to me four hours of lazing, three kids a-squirting, too much fun at the family BBQ, and a boy puking in a zip-loc bag.

On the fifth day of vacation my true love gave to me five hours of movies, four hours of lazing, three kids a-squirting, too much fun at the family BBQ, and a boy puking in a zip-loc bag.

On the sixth day of vacation my true love gave to me six flags of amusement, five hours of movies, four hours of lazing, three kids a-squirting, too much fun at the family BBQ, and a boy puking in a zip-loc bag.

On the seventh day of vacation my true love gave to me seven hours of driving (thanks honey), six flags of amusement, five hours of movies, four hours of lazing, three kids a-squirting, too much fun at the family BBQ, and a boy puking in a zip-loc bag.

We had a good time in California with the parents. The kids were good in the car (for the exception of a little puke). At least Ryan made it into the zip-loc. Usually, it ends up on my seats. I got to spend a lot of time with my mom, which was just what I wanted. It's good to be home though. I love my own bed!