was my family's stay in Italy.
Maybe sweet is not the right adjective. Monumental, is probably more accurate.
Let's start here...
Yes, all that shit is about me and not my dad....but, well, I'm not a parent but I think these thing affect them twice as much as they do the children. You can see this in that photo above.
No, he always looks like that.
Anyway, we did this
and then some of this
Mom got to join the knitting club for a day (note that she's the only one knitting. Mom takes her tasks seriously)
Cousins Bumpy and Doug got engaged (ummm, they both aren't my cousins, just in case you were wondering what Wisconsin people do...for the most part cousins don't marry cousins. Doug's not my cousin but he's been around so damn long, he's already a cousin of mine, married or not)
September 2013 wedding in Maberga. Yes. they are marrying in Maberga. Monumental.
I'd also like to take this chance to tell you all how totally monumental my parents are. Maybe monumental isn't the right adjective, but it fits with the thread I have going here on this post. They are sweet, loving, supportive, and really good sports about my life...however that life might be when they happen to find it.
Like, for example, helping me with my jewelry business and changing the seat on my toilet (sorry, no photos), vacuuming my dogs' hair and preparing dinners in my less than equipped kitchen.
You guys are pretty swell (I'm talking to my parents now, but of course I think all you olive readers are swell too, but really I'm talking to my parents)