PeePants (hecho en mexico)

*This is only really a pile of rocks.  But we were at the the top nonetheless.  

Another six days in Yumer for me.  Bonus: this trip included one epic Gma, one Reba and one new nickname from Uncle Hank (I didn't even have to pee my pants to earn it).  We had a blast.  We headed north into the desert for a few days and had some fun acting up and tearing up the terrain in four wheelers.  I decided I really don't think cactus are pretty.  They look like earth tumors.  

We also went to Mexico for some flippin awesome fish tacos, pharmaceuticals, and useless paraphenalia that was likely made by starving children in dark huts.  I bought a slingshot.  I like all of these

 people. 

Embarrassingly enough, I admit to wearing this outfit a lot.  You can't tell, but this line was literally, literally over half a mile long.  We stood in it for two hours waiting to get back into the US.  Phew.  Ever the faithful tourists, we deemed it sacrilegious to go to Mexico without having a large Marg.  Uncle Hank really likes them:)Sittin around in shorts, playing cards and shielding ourselves from the sun.  Makes it hard to squawk about much in my life.  This pic should be in a girl power magazine.  Little did we know that in a few days Aunt Terry, Tammy and I would be referred to as 'charlie's angels' by the street vendors in Mexico.  That one was funny.  The others were annoying.   She's about to holler in my ear: "hang on, i totally wanna throw some sand around." My reply? "Get it, girl".

Grandpa thinks that when we get together, our brains fall out.  Do we really look like that much trouble?  We're a bucket of fun.  

PS-4 weeks to SAMMY's inauguration.  Everything should be fine, but Terry Lynn's having some high blood pressure.  Pray for resilience and a chance to relax a little before my goddaughter shows up.  If I have any kind of influence, she likely to do some throwing around of sand herself once she gets here:)