That's right. My second daughter, Jenna. And mostly because I guilted her into it.
It's all just fine, though, because we know they're safe and having a ton of fun. Alison will jettison technology if she has a chance of getting into water, and as Pleasant Pond is in Jen's back yard, I'll be lucky to hear from Ali until she's waiting to board her plane to come home.
Before the girls went off to Auntie Jen, they helped us out with a community field day, hosted in part by our great friend, Kelsey Taylor. Follow the link to read about it if you want.
It was the first attempt by the group, and we would have loved to have more people, but it was still a great (albeit hot) day. At one point, an IMPD office came by and was attacked by a toddler/little kid group that had a kiddie pool full of water and some water guns. He was a great sport. I hope he had a dry uniform somewhere because he had just started his shift and was soaked.
We got to spend a little time with the awesome Northern family, who are headed to Charlottesville soon. Karl and Elizabeth's eldest, Jack, has plans of running the country one day, so it makes sense that he get a little history lesson in when he can. He's serious. And he knows a lot about becoming president. So be prepared to send him your vote when the time comes, which could be a little shy of 30 years from now. It would be sooner except for that silly age restriction.
After we got home and showered the sweat off, Jenna straightened Ali's hair. Last year at Jen's, she went a different direction, which apparently gave at least one of them a laugh.
Jenna Tokash: Future Stylist to the Stars |
This is us at Taco Bell fueling up for the Stop the Violence Community Field Day |
I have had little time to be bitter. I got up early Monday to take a road trip with Deb from WFMS, my country radio music station of choice. We've been Twitter friends for a while, but we channeled Thelma and Louise to get the first taste of Dunkin Donuts' new donut fries and to meet in real life. I didn't tell her until after about my terrible driving reputation.
We got there and back just fine, thank you very much, even thought we ran into a detour and had to wind our way around to find the closest shop and when we got there, the staff had a hard time realizing we didn't just want one packet of five donut fries. We wanted five packets. They thought we were crazy. I think they were mesmerized by our lipstick.
I'm generally risk averse when it comes to meeting people I've liked from afar. You never want to find out your favorite actress or singer is a creep, plus you don't want to come off like a stalker. But it was fun. The Captain even tuned in. One day I'll get him to love country music, too...
Now it's the 4th of July and Jeff and I will likely head down to an Indians game. We took a long bike ride this morning so I might have to nap before. Hope your week is awesome and your 4th of July is safe but fun. As I type, Jeff is dragging out the remnants of his fireworks collection. He's had to take a few years off from blowing stuff up but I fear for the neighborhood dogs tonight...
Come by Canterbury Park if you're in the area after dark... I'm pretty sure someone will be breaking the law down there.
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