Mishah and I arrived late to a party in full regalia on Saturday night, and my peeps greeted us like we were the Queen and King of Sheeba.
And then? The megaphone.
And then . . .
And then, just like that -- except with a lot of tricky transportation logistics -- there we were at Mom-Fest . . .
Dang that Universe.
Okay, so here's a fun game. I like to call it "Who Can Wreck The Group Photo?!"
. . . the next day?
One of my favorite photos ever taken of my co-blogger and me . . .
But let's face it. There's a lot of love, there's a lot of happiness, there's a lot of awesome epicness. But everybody only ever cares about these stinkers:
Mom? Have we told you? We adore you.