Home again, home again jiggity jig

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perorate \PUR-uh-rayt\, intransitive verb:
1. To conclude or sum up a long discourse.
2. To speak or expound at length; to declaim.

Bringing back Wednesday's Word never felt so good. I know this has been the post you were waiting for. The End post. Truly, these photos are not necessary, but I will stay true to the nature of our Utah Trip and post the pictures anyway. I also know that many, many other photos were not necessary, but that would mean less for you to view, and more for you to read, and seeing as school is about to start up again and lots of us are being bombarded with paper work from our elementary and middle (gasp!) schools, I thought I would go easy on you.

So, I will now perorate or not, depending on which definition you use.
These shots were taken on our way home. I drove and ate sunflower seeds, my mom took very abstract pictures, and the kids begged for treats and toys and attention. It worked out quite well for me really. I got to drive. It's the passenger in the front seat I feel sorry for. There really was no rest for her. Fetching binkies, drinks or toys, soothing a grumpy two year old, wiping sticky hands, and reading stories are no simple tasks. They require masters.





Thanks to all our Utah families. We had so much fun with you all and we miss you too much for words. So...who's up for a trip this-a-way? I will personally do/make something so awesome and creative and out of this world for the first people to book a trip, that you will be left speechless at the magnificence of it. Any takers?

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Unknown said…
A place I have always wanted to visit! ERMA, so glad you are back to your word Wednesday! Since FB you have been a stranger! Maybe with summer being over you will have a little more time????
August 26, 2009 at 3:57 PM
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