A Visit from the Frizzells
{For Shirlee}
You asked for a visit from the Frizzells, and while I can't exactly make that happen, I'll get as close as possible. Here is what you should expect, should you ever receive a visit from us.
First, I hope it's okay if I bring my own coffee. I tell you this because I know some people don't appreciate coffee as much as I do, but I can't survive vacations with the kids without coffee. Truth. And I don't think you can survive the un-coffeed version of me that the family has lately informed me is "just not as nice".
Second, I might bring Trigger with me because he's adorable and pathetic and I love him. Don't judge. I realize that the tables have turned, but seriously, look at his precious puppy eyes.
Third, you need to prepare yourself for the fact that my children are quite possibly the loudest human beings on the face of the planet. Here's Tiny playing drums on the cookware. What he lacks in rhythm, he makes up for in passion. Invest in ear plugs. Or maybe I should bring you some for your hostess gift...
Fourth, some nameless people in the family have started taking sports very seriously. I will make sure to remind said people that it's a bad idea to play baseball in the living room. I'm sorry in advance for whatever gets broken by loose baseballs and swung bats.
Fourth, it might get a bit dirty. My kids are magnets for mud and puddles. Also, they leave behind a trail of zucchini bread crumbs (a modern day Hansel and Gretel) which the Man swears are even harder to sweep up than rice. Point me towards the cleaning supplies.
Lastly, I apologize for the fact that our youngest son is incapable of keeping on a shirt and has started impersonating Cousin It. He firmly believes that hair cuts are optional, and he has optioned out. Also, Bee still doesn't understand why Bruiser gets to run around outside with no shirt and she doesn't get that option. I further confused her by forgetting she was a girl for five whole minutes yesterday and letting her do so until I came to my senses. Whoops.
At any rate, party at your place? I'll bring the crazy. You bring the awesome. And it will be--wait for it--crazy awesome.
