Seriously, I sometimes wonder if we all aren't on crack.
On Sunday, we celebrated Father's Day (and G's graduation) with lunch at my most favorite Italian restaurant, Tony's Pasta House. For real, if you are ever in TR you need to eat there. The bread is to die for.
Then came G's graduation. With the threat of thunderstorms, and I say threat because they never materialized, the ceremony got moved inside our 118 year old, air-conditionless high school. This meant that G only got three tickets (we had to beg, borrow and steal two more so that the girls could come). Anyway, 800 guests and over 300 graduating seniors were shoved into a hot and sticky gymnasium for two hours just to see the graduates receive an empty diploma case. Apparently, you have to pick up the actual diploma later. But while it was disgusting and smelly in the gym, I was so happy (and proud) to see my baby sister receive that empty case and flip her tassel. It was worth every sticky second and the twelve bathroom trips Dizzle needed to take to witness it.
So all sweaty and gross, we headed back to the car for the six hour trip home. The girls fell asleep almost instantly and other than having to drive through one serious storm near Fredricksburg, the drive was rather pleasant. All-in-all, I would say the trip was a success.