Do you actually know the lyrics to "The Eyes of Texas are Upon You?"

Look them up if you don't. Because they're the creepiest patriotic lyrics of all time.


Me: Let's go, guys.

Ava: Are we going to Texas???

Me: No. We're meeting Daddy for lunch.

Ava: I want to go to Texas noooowwww! (Drops to the floor. I walk over her in disgust.)

Me: I can't wait to have you on a plane for 7 hours. That's not going to totally suck.


It's the day before we go to Texas for a month. Somehow I can't tear myself off this wretched crackpipe of a computer to get anything done. So I've caught up with pop culture by watching snippets of the VMA awards off of youtube. I wouldn't be surprised if Justin Timberlake really does bring Sexyback. Or at least Gooddancemusicback.

Texas trip preparation:

packed our school books: check
packed kids clothes: not-check
packed mama clothes: not-check
finished washing mama clothes: not-check
packed baby gifts and Coldwater Creek sample gifts: not-check
packed airplane diversion back packs: not-check
toiletries: not-check
anything else: not-check

Like that? I packed my school books up last night...so we didn't do school today. I haven't packed anything else. I better get started. No. I better check my yahoo mail again and myspace and see if these guys have anything new. Oh...and then I better check on my kids or something.

Disclaimer: The above is an exagerration. I do adequately supervise my children. Do not, I repeat, do not call Child Welfare on me or I will kill you. I mean I won't be happy with you.

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