Monday, August 14, 2006


Great Falls, Montana:

After traveling for two months in the back seat of our big truck, the boys were complaining about the uncomfortable seat. They said it was too hard and they had sore butts. So I said I'd buy them each a pillow if we came across a Wal-Mart. Of course they spied one and reminded me of my promise, so we had to stop. I found some neat pillows made of long white hairy stuff. No. I found a solid colored one. Nope. I found a manly looking striped pillow. No, not that one either. They finally found what they wanted. The Dude has one that says Drama Queen, and The Redhead found one that says Princess! And I actually paid $8 apiece for them....silly me! It did stop the complaining about sore butts. Now they are complaining when I call them Princess or Drama Queen. Well, what did you expect boys?


FAScinated said...

It's nice to see a picture of my long lost son...but holding a "Drama Queen" pillow?! His father is a little concerned.

Sage said...

I don't think there is anything to worry about. You should see how he flirts with waitresses!

Molly said...

I think those two had shorter hair the last time I saw them. I do have to agree about the flirting with waitresses...and I think I know from whom he learned these new skills. Those redheads!