Trip to Denver: hilarious in some ways, like watching my fifty-one-year-old brother and nine-year-old nephew giggling uncontrollably while they played game after game of tic tac toe with a green crayon on a stack of cocktail napkins. And watching my husband near meltdown as he routinely missed exits and important turns while I sat in the passenger seat misprogramming the GPS and babbling my way into pothole after pothole on my own personal Highway of Reminiscences Fascinating Only to Me.
However, five days of room service went a long way toward maintaining our relationship's rosy glow. And let's not forget twenty-four child-free hours with unlimited hotel porn.
Segue to . . . some pictures of children! Jackson playing with his cousins and the wonderful kids in their neighborhood.