Hide Your Crazy & Start Acting Like a Lady

Everytime I'm in Missoula, Alicia & I have a theme song we listen to on repeat. This visit's song was so appropriate ... in most ways. (Our "Mama" as referred to in the song, might just agree with a few lyrics of this song by Miranda Lambert, "Mama's Broken Heart".)

When we get together, all heck breaks loose & we get a little bizarre & forget there might be onlookers. Oh well.

Here are some classics from our holidays together:

It's all fun & games ...

... til someone pokes your boob.

Responsible parenting.

Sage: "Seriously, Mom? Share."

Riverdancing.

No clue.

Who threw the mustard against that brick wall?

Switch-kicks in Auntie's arms ROCK! Look at that smile!

YEAH!

More boob grabs.

Can't wait to eat!

Kissy kissy with the freako trucker girl.

"I numbed the pain at the expense of my liver.

Don't know what I did next.

All I know, I couldn't STOP."

Who let her out of her cage?

Somehow we managed to have friends.

And free drinks.

And we will always help a brotha' out.

Happy New Year!