Did I already say, AAAAHHHHHHH? I can't wait that long! I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't!
Bills Island, to be exact.
Hodge Lodge on Bills Island to be really exact.
(Was that TMI?)
You can google map it if you want to know my exact coordinates. (Unless you're a serial killer or a CTD stalker. Don't google map it if you fit either of these profiles.)
On second thought, go ahead. I'm not there anymore anyway. I wrote this post days ago, but the Wifi at the Hodge Lodge was so spotty I never got it published. Now the whole post is so yesterday so I need to rewrite it, which is probably a good thing because, as they say in Ideeho, what happens at the Hodge Lodge stays at the Hodge Lodge.
Not with that face I couldn't. And yes, that really is a flamingo on her mumu.
Tune in tomorrow for highlights. You won't want to miss the photographic evidence of her startling realization that 78 year olds can no longer hop on one foot. (But they sure can toot while trying.) (Told ya she was a cutie patootie. hee hee Get it? PaTOOTie? )
Okay, stop twisting my arm, I'll show you the photographic evidence now:
Check. her. out. Not only does she play mean, she wins mean.
I'm telling you, the Chica's got the Midas touch. She wins every freakin' game she plays. Especially when she plays double solitaire. Against me.
Which reminds me of the great idea I got for a new reality TV show. It will be kinda like The Big Brother House meets Survivor meets The Brady Bunch meets Lord of the Flies meets The Plan of Salvation. I'll call it Famdamilies are Forever (thanks to duct tape). Here's the premise: A whole entire family will be stuck together in a Lodge on an Island for time and all eternity. There will be challenges and obstacles and confrontations. And there will be weapons. And then once a week there will be a tribal counsel and someone will get voted out of the family.
(Is anyone else seeing dollar signs?)
As Gad as my witness, my MIL will be the last dummy standing.
Bless her heart.
She could outlast the energizer bunny, that one. But I lub her guts for it because she makes me LOL. Especially at 3 a.m. when we're debating controversial issues and she's not completely lucid but she refuses to go to bed until everyone else has gone to bed.
It's a good thing she doesn't drink.
More tomorrow . . .