Clowns in a Car

My Hubby's "One and Only" (no I'm not referring to myself - I am THE One and Only, there's a difference) has made the long adventurous trek to The Last Frontier. And man was he crazy! He made the trip from Georgia to Alaska in an Old-ASS suburban that he bought on Ebay, packed his brave wife and four children in it and drove it up here. When we saw what he drove we were amazed that we hadn't needed to rescue him somewhere in the Yukon. It's a miracle!

And speaking of crazy, did I mention that we invited them all to stay here? Yep, that's right folks, we fit four adults, two infants, and four children from ages 5 down to stay in our 800 square foot home. That's 10 humans in a tiny space. Thankfully we have a rockin' tiny space and they're super cool, so we all had a great time (although I can only speak for myself and hubby).

We're going to bombard them next weekend and check out all the craziness and happenings in Anchor Point. Partay!

I need to also say that my kid is FAT! FAT FAT FAT! One&Only's youngest is a darling 3 month old girl who Junior could eat for lunch. She's so dainty and sweet and he's such a chunk. He's half her age and already as big as her although more in width than length. It's hysterical.

I'm sorry I'm slow on the posts! Life has been pretty blah except for clown car living for the last couple of days. Hubby goes back to work full time on Monday, so my relaxation is over (sniff sniff), but thankfully Hockey season starts up soon and we'll have something to do on those cold boring nights. Then I can get on here and blog about hot, stinky hockey players! WAHOO! Here we go ACES!