Thursday, May 16, 2013

Pet lizard?

Dear Al,

I am glad that the piano didn't kill you. I was worried about the whole move and wish I could have been there to help you (although I know you probably wouldn't have let me anyway). Your work is done, let me move it the rest of the way.

I am not at all surprised that John knew the Leutjes either. He knows everyone! He's like Michele in that way. And he has a story about everyone too. Maybe that happens when you turn 50. HA! I totally remember Rebecca now that you say that. I remember her being at our house when we had a hamster. I think you wouldn't let me hang out with you. Meany.

I'm not that awesome Al. I'm like you, which is the only reason I am cool in any way. You are always doing 85 things that I wish I had thought of (homeschooling, knitting, cooking, gardening, etc), while I'm like watching Bravo and surfing the internet all day.  I am bragging about you all the time. Sometimes I think people think I am lying because they don't believe you could possibly do everything that you do. 

So we are on vacation. Todd is deep sea fishing and Alyssa and I are watching cartoons while the other two are asleep. We have been mainly swimming and eating. I have had some strange encounters with Dominicans. I was getting a massage and the woman fell asleep on me. I am not kidding. I have been hit on almost constantly, whistled at (all by the staff!), and called "skim milk", which Todd thinks is hilarious and is telling everyone to call me. The girls did this thing called Zorbing, which is like being in a big hamster ball on the water, and there was a guy videoing it who was trying to get me to buy the video and then tried to get me to bring him beer. A man in the gift shop tried to kiss me- in front of the kids!!!! And he worked there!! I don't know what is going on. Dominican men must be into white moms.
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Girls racing- Zorbing.


No hermit crabs. There are really cute lizards here though! If I find out how to ship you one, Esme is getting one for her birthday...

Love, Em

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