1. We went with another family. Total 12 kids in one house. People always love to hear how many kids are running around.
2. The realty company failed to mention that our house was bordered by a house on each side and those houses happened to have a hotel on the other side. Nice.
3. One night while the wife and I are watching all twelve kids so the other couple can go out for dinner, she conveniently breaks her toe so I now have thirteen people to take care of. Perfect timing.
4. The beach was mostly empty around us which I like. But the one time we actually got young people near us with bikinis, the wives send the kids running around them hollering so they take off for a quieter place on the beach.
5. Only one person got all four bags in on one turn while playing cornhole and surprisingly it wasn't me. Worse for the ego? It was the wife.
Here are some pictures of the week long joyride I call my life.
1 comment:
What? No kids washing your truck with a rock?! I'm expecting a more disastrous and thrilling vacation story here. Come on...you're gonna have to have some more catastrophes on your next vacation to entertain the rest of us!
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