Oinkle Doinkle

You want a recap, don't you?
Even though 14 other women recapped, you want mine, right?
Just can't get enough, can you?
Well...see, here's the problem...
I can't get in the zone.
I've tried.
It's Thursday, I got home Monday, and I'm still not feeling it.
No desire to do what I did last year.
Yeah, you remember my 5 day recap, don't you?
It's not going to happen this year.
No, this year, we're going to do a song.
Wanna hear it?
Here it goes:

Here's a story
About 15 ladies
Who decided they would all go
to the beach
All of them had
lots of luggage
like the others
(hey, I never claimed to be a song writer)
and we arrive-ved late
I shared a bed upstairs with Ms. Elastic
and shared a cabin with Aubrey
Glittersmama and Millie
We were 15 women
having fun together
Playing games all night
'Til the morning when we all went up to town-o
and we knew that we just had to go eat lunch
So we went to Mo's
and stood in line for hours
That's the way we all got to know the Bloggy Bunch
The bloggy bunch
(bada bah dah bah)
The bloggy bunch
(bada bah dah bah)
that's the way we became the BLoggy bunch

"Carrot, are you serious?"
"That was super painful!"
"You are so not a song writer!"

Okay, first of all?
I never asked for anyone's opinion,
and second of all?
There is no second of all.

FIne.
Since you didn't like my song, and couldn't match the song up with my lyrics, I will recap.
Thursday morning Elastic flew in, and I ran to pick her up.
She thought I forgot her because she didn't see me when she got off the plane.
What she didn't know is we're not allowed to go to the gate.
No, we all have to wait in a corral for our friends getting off their flights.
I took her to my house where she handed out gifts for my family.
I got some Ho-ho's because I'm a good ho-ho-hostess.
Little did she know.
The woman didn't even get dinner at my house.
Nope.
I forgot to feed her.
I dragged her all around the Pike Place Market with her sore back, brought her home, and she fell asleep.
Don't come to my house and expect to be pampered.
In the morning I sent her outside with a bowl and said,
"Sit down and pick all my blueberries, and don't come in until the bowl is full!"
She cried, but she eventually did fill it up and got to come inside when it was time to go.
"Carrot, you didn't really make her pick blueberries, did you?"
No, I didn't, but she wanted to. Honest.

You know what I'm thinking right now?
I'm thinking I need a new pillow.
Yeah.
That's my a.d.d. kicking in.

Anyhoo, we went up north to pick up Aubrey and Glittersmama. We got the kid-tour of Aubrey's place, while Aubrey was in the kitchen whipping up strawberry syrup for our weekend.
Who does that?
Aubrey does.
I'm sure she had Glittersmama grind the flour for the waffles too, because Aubrey is a from scratch cook, and Glittersmama is so nice she would grind it between two rocks if Aubrey wanted her to. Of course, Aubrey is too nice to make anyone do that.
So, we got on the road and headed out.
A few hours later, we arrived at our destination...














and saw this...













With a bunch of women surrounding it, and I was all "Is there an Beauty Pagent convention here?"
The end.