"It's too early for me to be here..." **UPDATED**

Ava awoke this morning no less than chipper. I slid out of bed like Jurassic period sludge, made Jef lunch, and this is where I landed. Still have the cold/sinus infection deal going on. I'm not in the mood to make coffee. And my father and Faith want to drag me to the water park later on! Jeez.

The memorial went well- you know, for a funeral! I got up, did my eulogy that I finished as we were walking out the door, didn't trip in my 3 inch heels, and only one person saw my boobs (my niece). I was breastfeeding at that moment (who had their mind in the gutter?!). To make it even, I got to see hers too... she was also bf-ing. My niece is 34. Her dh, "lil Chuckie" is Jef's sister's little boy. My 35 year old, 6'4 nephew who is currently working with an undisclosed Department of Defense organization.

I also got to hear the million dollar question... I was walking past Mike (BIL) and someone asked him, "Oh, is that your daughter?". He didn't even crack a smile and said, "No, that's Jef's trophy wife!".
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Ok, to sum up:

We went to the water park... it wasn't too bad. Ava napped under an umbrella for 1 and a half hours- which is 3 times her usual nap here! I was under the same umbrella, kicked back and relaxed. Plus, dad bought me a shaved ice. He knows how easily the beast is tamed with food.

As far as the Trophy Wife comment: That's just so unbelievably funny to me and my head got like THHHHAAAAT big. First, just because I'm 19 years younger than my hubster does not make me any kind of trophy. I came with a payment book... and a no return policy from my parents (dad seriously told Jef that!). And although I consider myself tolerable to look at on most days, and semi-cute yet chubby on others, I don't fall into my own definition of a trophy wife (and that would be huge store bought boobs, tiny and waif-like figure, model perfect highlighted hair, and she would probably shave her legs more than once a week too. And not belch. Or fart. Or squirt breast milk at her husband while he is on the toilet. )

I am just an extremely lucky gal who found an older but equally lucky guy and we fell in love and touch ta-tas on occasion. I wont even comment on how RARE an occasion that is these days. Oops! Blew that one. Oh- bad phrasing. Stop it. Out of control! Arrrgh!

(Meg, you are totally a trophy wife... Kris too- heck you know what I nicknamed you girls!

--The Milk Maid squirts innocent bystanders for fun!