No, the mistake isn’t him.
He wanted me to let ya’ll know that right off the bat. He thinks my title is misleading…like, I have “My first mistake” and then a huge picture of him would lead anyone to the wrong assumption?
Surely he knows by now that if that’s what I really thought I would have posted his picture with the title, “I married a ding dong” but I didn’t…yet.
So’s, anyways.
Where was I?
Oh, yeah.
We went to the beach for fall break. The ride down was fairly uneventful and I didn’t even have to drug them. The new truck has a DVD player with…gasp…wireless headphones and since I lied and told Ella that the only way you could watch a movie is to wear the headphones AND she believed me, we had a quiet ride.
Because trust me people, 9 hours of listening to Barney movies in the small confined space of an automobile will make you a little homicidal.
It wasn’t until we arrived that I learned that Ella had been watching Big Momma’s House the entire trip. Over and over and over.
Yeah, I’m real observant like that.
Mistake.
See this little red head?
Isn’t she lovely? Isn’t she wonderful?
And then she opened her mouth.
She thought it would be a FABULOUS idea to yell out to all the larger ladies on the beach and say, “Hey look, there’s Big Momma.”
Oh yes…she did.
