I ate too much, I drank too much and didn't dance nearly enough while my buddy, Aly, was here last week. I ran that girl all over the eastern seaboard, hitting PA, NY, DC, VA, MD, DE and NJ in four days. Damn I'm good.
that she didn't need me and I'd just get in the way. Good thing too, since I had scheduled a ghost hunt at the West Virginia Penitentiary months before for that weekend. Syen had a great time with her friends, only calling me twice about where I hid the sugar (HA! Like I'd tell HER!) and for something about Vyolette running naked. Again.
Wheee! I spent a great lunch hour chatting with friends from Absolute Write, Kelly and Melissa. Our schedules finally worked out so we could gossip off the board and force Kelly eat Indian food for the first time. Can't wait until we meet up again!
After a crazy trip down to Florida for spring break last week, I'm still recovering from too much cervesa and not enough sunscreen. Who would've thought that beer would break down the 50 spf lotion I sprayed all over? We took Vyolette et al to Busch Gardens for her second birthday where she attempted to hug a crane during a show. They now have her picture at the gate and we've been cautioned about bringing her again - they have rules about these things apparently. 
Returning home on Thursday so I could be at work Friday night, my college friend, Christy, and her family popped in for Easter. More margaritas and I seem to remember wine...
One of the prettiest buildings in DC is the Old Executive Building - you may have seen it on fire last week. I won't bore you with the historical treaties and other fun stuff history buffs dally over when visiting but suffice to say it certainly has its own character in this stuffy town. A definite nod to the French, this gray and white building looks like a wedding cake among the staid and boring concrete buildings that surround it. It sits adjacent to the White House, itself rather smelly while on tour and don't get me started about the interior decorating, and does not deserve to be overshadowed by its political cousin.
As per our tradition, we bundle up and head for the National Tree around Christmas time. We were too late to visit the giant candlestick (menorah) that stands close by though it's a favorite of the girls. Remind me to tell you our other less-favorite tradition of losing a kid while there - every.damn.year. WYYYYYNNNNTTTEERRR!
