I forget to take it with me...I leave it in my car...the battery dies...and if I answer it at work I can almost be guaranteed a customer will walk in two seconds later.
So...with that said...I listened to a voicemail I got today.
It went like this:
"Hi Noelle, it's Jenny.
I had my sisters listen to make sure I had heard everything correctly.
They all asked, "What did she dump on you?"
And I responded this way: "Maybe before you ask that question you should ask who Jenny is."
"Who's Jenny?" my sister asked.
12 hours later this is still my response: "I have NO idea."
One more thing before the picture show:
We signed a contract on Jason's house. The buyer's funding is guaranteed.
WE'RE SELLING A HOUSE!
And because I love my sisters, and want to remain their friends, you will not find a single picture of anyone over the age of 9 in these swimming pictures:
We'll start with Trouble the Diva. This picture was NOT staged. I said, "Hey Sami turn around (because her back was turned to us) and this was her pose. Jason got the picture right before she turned around again. She's in a don't take my picture phase:
While the adults played volleyball, these lovely ladies spied on the neighbors. I wish I could have been privy to that conversation!
And finally...the family volleyball team. We're amazing. But not.
I would like to say that I took pictures of the magical firework display, but I can't say it. I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the back of my chair.
Oh...and remember how I ended up being in charge of cutting up the fruit?
Ha! My brother-in-law cut it up!