You, you get to go to Oregon.
Whereas I, I will be driving to Virginia.
It's Mother-in-Law's 60th birthday and we're trekking down for a surprise (sssssshhhhhh! Good thing noone reads our blog!) birthday party.
In order to conceal the party from her we get to go to Colonial Williamsburg and boy am I excited! People in costume! Drinking ale from tankards! I could pee my pants (or skirt rather, I am at work, you know) just thinking about it!
Do you think Euge will mind if I rent a costume? Can you rent a costume? It seems like you should definetly be able to rent a costume. And ride a horse. I should definetly get ot ride a horse, or at least ride in a carriage. And I hope they have mead or ale. Though we're going on sunday morning, so maybe mead or ale would be a bad idea.
Or maybe I should just behave myself so that when summer rolls around, and all the rennaisance fairs are on, I can sucker him into going to one with me. He's never been to one with me... so that could be a true test of our marriage.
Especially when I try to get him to wear tights.
Bwahahahahahahahahaha.
Tonight is Cinco de Mayo and all the young singletons in my office are stoked to go out and get their Margarita on. I will be going home and lazing on my couch. We leave at 5 AM tomorrow.
Plus, I don't know where my sombrero is.
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I'm reading. I have been keeping up on the front but decided to snuggle up with my flannel blanket and figure out how we got where we are. I still haven't figured out how the ranch came into play. Maybe that's coming.
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