First our trip to Minnesota. Dad did most of the driving of the new minivan, so mommy and I just hung out in the back seat:
And you say these seats just fold down and stow away in the floor? Sweet!
The worst part of the trip was watching mom scarf down on delicious food while I was stuck with crappy formula. This patent unfairness will become a theme.
I want them smothered, covered and chunked, dammit!
So I averted my eyes from the delectable greasiness and instead focused on the baby at the table next door...
There's something familiar about the back of that head...
The wedding was fun for the most part:
Slow down, lady. It's getting blurry in here.
But once again, I was denied what I really wanted:
Can't... quite... reach...
Eventually, it got late and I passed out. Whereupon I had a great dream involving Dr. McDreamy and some sweet ear nibbling. Wonder what that was about...
Oh DOCTOR! Behave!
The rest of the time was spent in various states of relaxation:
I'm not yet old enough to swim or tan, so I just had to sit there and look good.
Daddy's graduation was a bit overwhelming, so I mostly stayed out of it:
McDreamy, do you mind doing the ear-nibbling thing again?
I did wake up long enough to pose for a picture:
Wait, and you say I have to live in the same city as a majority of these people???
I have to admit that I was not a huge fan of the garage sale two weekends ago:
Perhaps this was accidental, but it was still very suspicious.
In the more general department, I've been getting some serious neck workouts in the past few weeks:
This photo doesn't quite do it justice. I can now lift my head at least another two more inches.
In more good news, I'm also engaging in a lot less projectile vomiting than before, and Daddy is thinking of rescinding my nickname of "Linda Blair." On the downside, my belches have become somewhat less earth-shattering. Which sucks, because that was my primary marketable talent at this point.
I should also note that I no longer trust the world after getting jammed with a couple of needles a few weeks back. Sorry, no pictures to memorialize my pain. Daddy apparently wanted to take some, but mommy shamed him out of it. Bottom line-- without the evidence, I have very little to go on in my upcoming tort case. Since I can't yet testify, those photos were all I had!
Lastly, the rumors are true: apparently we're packing up and moving to some new place, before I even learned where I was living now. I've been told that I need to be a UVA basketball fan in perpetuity, but that otherwise I am now "from" some place called Philadelphia.
That's all. More soon!
Love,
Ev (not "Evvy," because mommy thinks people will think it looks like Ewy, and I will get made fun of by vicious girlfriends for the rest of my life)
