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This weekend I reacquainted myself with a three year old and met two infants. It was monumental when my good friends began marrying but this offspring thing blows my mind.

Next month I will travel to Wisconsin and once more the dynamics of the group will have changed. Introduction to the group: another married couple and yet another infant.

This marks the beginning of hush...we are civilized adults who don't knock at pinatas, drink beer and fight over Evel Knievel DVD's.

This is Amy's garden. She sent me back to Illinois with tomatoes and candy.

Some points:

I've never driven that far while hung over.

I broke my phone while talking vigorously with my hands. I didn't save a single number to my SIM card. Oops.

I bought a certain book that was suggested to me, but I'm lacking the courage to start it.

The internet makes a small world even smaller. After getting slapped by the fact on Saturday night I really should read that book. Right?

I needed an oil change so I patronized the local garage. They no longer call me "mama," but I no longer pay for the full service at $80. Instead I received the regular, non-nickname service at $20.