OOMPA LOOMPA FLU PART III, and the Sister-ratzi.

I am lost.  My Nikon D70 is not in its normal place beside me.  I don't use it every day, but at least it is near by.  It is not today.  It is in the mountains far away.  It is with Dickidoo.

We were all supposed to go to Eleven Mile Reservoir this afternoon.  Dickidoo's sister, the mother of the Southern Oompa Loompas, and her husband arrived last night to pick up their spawn, so he wanted to take her to the site where their father's ashes were scattered.  We took off in two trucks, with a drive-by through the Garden of the Gods, when my youngest son Art started showing symptoms of the Oompa Loompa Flu.  We had to drop out of the convoy and return home.  But before we did, I entrusted my beloved camera to Dickidoo.  Since then my hands have been twitching uncontrollably.  I miss my baby.  I can't wait until Dickidoo returns home, and places my baby back in my hands.

Art was ill off and on the entire way home.  One moment he would be moaning, then he would smile and say "Take your time, I feel fine" and then he would be groaning over the yucky bag again.  We got him home, pumped him full of water, let him sleep and guess what, he's fine!  So he and I were talking and I was remarking how Becca was feeling first hand how I feel when she raids my closet because her cousin is always wearing her clothes.  Art suggested that I start raiding Becca's closet as well.  Okay, I weigh a good 50 pounds more than Becca, and wear about 9 sizes larger than she does.  Can you imagine the devastation I could do to her wardrobe?  This could be fun!

Operation 'Squeeze Mama into Sissy's Clothes" begins tomorrow!

The Southern Oompas leave Sunday.  My sister from Hawaii is due to arrive on Monday.  It has been a crazy, wonderful summer so far and its only half over.  My sister and I will be traveling around the state with our cameras so watch out Colorado, the Sister-rattzi are coming!