The day after my Addison's 3rd birthday party we cleaned the house, packed the car, prepared for the chicken and cat sitters, and hit the road early the next morning. With my family living across the state, I've made an art form out of packing, unpacking, and transporting children and canines across the mountains and through the plains. It never gets old. Really.
That's right. We ran into Sir Mixalot at Wendy's in Ellensburg, WA. He was in line behind us with some of his "entourage," and then sat right next to us to eat! Jeff was brave enough to talk to him and confirm who he was.... I just got out my camera and tried to drum up some guts.
Alas, I chickened out. Jeff told him in the parking lot, though, "My wife is too scared to ask you to smack her butt for a picture..." (insert visual of me hustling to the car with averted eyes....)