Just call me Drew

We’re finally back from a super vacation in New England and things are getting back to normal. If there is such a thing around here.
This picture is from a whale watching trip we took. All 3 of my girls, my mom, sister and mother-in-law went. This is pretty much the best picture I have. The famous humpback whale tail. It says “Yes, we were on a whale watch.” I loved going, but after taking the boat out 20 miles, then watching all the whales for about 45 minutes, I was so done. That’s when I wished we could just get off the boat, but no, it’s 20 miles back to port.

The vacation involved lots of food, parties, etc. One such party is a yearly 4th of July event that is never short on friends, food or drink. This year, especially the drink part for one party-goer. I was sitting outside, relaxing, watching the kids play baseball and this really, really drunk guy comes over to me and starts the conversation out by pretty much saying, “You’re beautiful.” Okay. Then he proceeds to tell me I look just like Drew Barrymore. Let me clear that up, I don’t. Then he’s offering to go get me drinks, food, whatever and then asks where my husband is. Unfortunately, for me, he had just left to run over to his mother’s to get some food for our super picky, allergy boy. So he’s not around. Luckily, my cell phone rang and it was my friend, Supermom. (You’d call her that too if you knew her). I managed to avoid stupid drunk guy and make my escape. When my husband got back I went over to the truck and said, “Did you know I look like Drew Barrymore and I’m beautiful?” His response, “Some drunk guy hitting on you?” Then I’m all like, “Why’s he have to be drunk? Wouldn’t some sober guy say those things?”