Just wanted to let you know about two big things in my life:
1. I dropped my brand new Black Jack phone in the toilet on Mother's Day and so I have no phone. No e-mail. No freakin' Twitter when I am away from home. This was my Mother's day gift to myself apparently. Not having a phone is, for me, a little like cutting off my feet and then asking me to walk around.
I will tell you that the phone died a valiant death. It actually worked for a whole day, tempting me into thinking it had somehow defied the soaking of Edie's urine, but alas it, croaked. And so again, as a Mother's day gift to myself, I had to buy another phone. At retail. Retail sucks.
2. And this brings me to the other big thing. My new phone is being delivered to the Hotel California in Santa Monica, where we will be staying this week. David is in LA on business and the girls and I will be on the beach, playing in the sand, riding the rides on the pier and re-learning the fundamentals of board walk food. I still have yet to teach the girls all about the wonders of a good funnel cake. There is much to do.
Then, we will totally do the lame parent thing and take them to...gasp...wait for it...Disneyland. That's right, we've totally caved. We have lost all parent coolness and hipster credibility, if we had any left at all. We thought we would be taking our children on food tours of Italy, Safaris in Kenya and rock climbing trips to Tibet, but instead, like generations of parents before us, we are taking the historic pink death march of hell to the home of the Disney princesses.
And it's like we sprinkled magic fairy dust in the kid's broccoli because they are absolutely freakin' OVER THE MOON about Disneyland. And really, they have no idea what it is. They've had their little noses pressed up to the computer looking at other people's vacations on YouTube and dreamily saying things like, "I love Sleeping Beauty. I can't wait to see her dress." Eh, good lord.
Those crazy hotels in Cali have Wi-Fi, you know, so I will be posting. And Twittering once I get my new phone delivered on Wednesday. And if any of you live near Santa Monica and have two small children longing for a play date, well, you know where to find us - by e-mail or "living it up in the Hotel California"...
And you're gonna totally be singing that song all day. Promise.
I'll post again Wednesday-ish.