I had hoped to spice up our usual President’s Day activities with a day trip to Jefferson’s Monticello this year! But as has happened so many times this winter, the snow rained on my parade. How’s that for a terrible choice of metaphor?
The boys were particularly rambunctious and ill-mannered this trip. If we hadn’t been in public, and I had been a Cossack, and I had a horsewhip, and the boys had been the “band” Pussy Riot, well who knows what might have happened. Instead, however, I just strapped them into the confinement mobile and out-waited the wails of protest.
Having just seen the Olympics, I was especially thrilled to see Apollo Ohno’s gold medal winning skates!
Having thrown Fluffers a Wizard of Oz party, I was especially thrilled to see Dorothy’s ruby slippers from the movie.
Having just taken the elevator, I was especially thrilled to watch my boys get totally faked out by the illusion stairs.
Hint: It has something to do with this.