There are outrageous parties in the hot tub...
Every night is a gourmet meal with a menu for you dining pleasure...
(Daddy waiting to be served)
(The beautiful, friendly waitstaff)
You get to even pretend to be someone you are not...
Okay... so here is the REAL story.
- Yes. We have a hot tub. Yes. We are blessed and use it a lot.
- We did such a good sell job on the kids that we were having a leftover night that they actually made up menus and took orders for drinks and dinner. It was so fun! They were even fighting over who was going to be the sommelier (or wine/drink expert), the waitress and the cook who dishes up the food.
- We had a very fun game of "Guess Who I Am?" last night. It was made even more interesting by the fact that the category cards were missing so it was a crap shoot as to what we were guessing. It made for some fun questions like "Do I wear pants?" and "What they heck am I if I don't have fur or feathers but I am an animal???" We told Daddy to stop being "Crabby"
All in all. I wouldn't trade a second of this not-so-rich-and-famous life. It's amazing just the way it is.
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