The Fun Just Never Ends

Yesterday weeks of planning, designing and organizing came to fruition as we packed 259 pieces of our framed artwork into a 22 ft. truck destined for the Southern Accents showhouse at Homestead Preserve, Hot Springs, Virginia. The logistics of a project like that is mind boggling. At least it boggled my mind. Many times. Murphy's Law is always in full swing when it comes to stuff like this. The best laid plans always run amok, but we pulled it off. I know the house will be beautiful and I'm so proud of our folks for the glorious pieces they created.

Then, this afternoon I waited 2 hours to see the pediatrician, who told me in a matter of five minutes Adam's ear is "a little red" and sent me on my way with a prescription. Forty bucks, a torrential downpour and three hours later, I was back home with an overly tired, very hungry little boy.

So, tonight, as I was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner, I flipped on the iPod for a little pick-me-up. If y'all could have seen me scraping the plates to the beat of Frankie Valley singing Grease you would have been amazed at my level of coolness. My polo shirt with the hole in the side would have just added to the awe.

And what else would such a cool mama do except tell the kids to get their groove on (along with their pajamas and head towel) and join me?

Raise the roof, brother, raise the roof!

Oh, can you even stand the sophisticated moves?

Even red-hot smokin' daddy was gettin' down tonight.

Oh, mama! The fun just never ends!