Psssh, do you EVEN have to ask!?
The last time we went on a family vacation it was August 2007 and I had just fried my hair on a perm.
It was time for a family vacation with GOOD hair pictures.
Jerod got home from London on a Thursday and we left the next day, but not after a stop at French Meadow Cafe to share their breakfast quesadilla.
Apparently my happy dance looks like a cross between peeing my pants and one of my legs breaking.