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so we show up at the airport with 8 huge bags to check when southwest informs us that we are too early to check them. Of course there's an asian lady around the corner who runs the luggage store and refuses daily to improve her english that agrees to "watch" our bags for $100. yup. $100. You'd think for that price she could afford rosetta stone or at least hooked on phonics. Since it's mills' birthday we ante up, leave the airport, rent a dodge magnum and go to the movies. Up 3D. Nice. if you need a laugh go to a 3D movie with Hallie and watch her love afair with the "magic glasses." After the movie we hit mcdonalds and target where we buy 2 more bags since our eight bags weigh too much and we couldn't fit some of our stuff in them. And by some of our stuff i mean the 50 pairs of shorts that went unworn in that godforsaken place white men named frasor after they conquered the natives who previously referred to it as "iglaktic" which means "cold ass place y'all should just let us keep." So back to the airport with 10 bags now and a thankyou to the luggage lady who replied "around the corner" and we're off on our plane. Had another stellar blast-off with the kids and a smooth flight. The girls did beauty shop and Noah begged the flight attendants for (and received) extra oreo 100 calorie packs. I got free beer since it was father's day which officially makes southwest not only the greatest airline in america but the greatest company on the planet. i also sent sloan a pic message from the plane which may be a terrorist act but i was just so fired up cause, you know, FREE BEER.
We hung around in Raleigh long enough to hit Chuck-e-Cheese and the Build a Bear workshop. If you've never built a bear i'd highly recommend it. At the end you sign the bear promise which says something like "i brought you to life and promise to love you forever." So spiritual. So Dr. Frankenstein. Then finally home to Goldsboro where we've already shunned unpacking for 2 days in favor of the pool and going to the pool. we also picked some stuff from our garden, like zuchinis the size of my thighs. we could feed a small african village with our giant zuchinis. But we do have ocra to fry, and squash to boil and fry, and fish to grill, and God to praise for our beloved North Carolina and it's heat, humidity, fried food, heat, sunshine, warm swimming pools, beaches, heat, and my kingsized bed. Amen. Wampire. Nestle.