Remember I had that list of things to do before I turned 30? Well late is better than never, right?
Besides, if ever there was an excuse for putting something off temporarily, the total implosion of a marriage might be it. That or death. Or just plain laziness. But it was definitely the marriage thing in this case.
So here I am, a day late, but not a dollar short (metaphorically at least — this chica is on a budget), and I’m back to trying to do some of the things on my list because gosh darn it — life is for living.
Last week, one of my BFF’s Nancy and I packed up all six of our kids and visited a blueberry farm. That’s two car seats, two boosters, half a bottle of sunblock, 12 shoes that are bugging at least seven feet, and that’s only because the other five have been kicked off at some point. Oh, and two mamas with cameras. And cameras I mean iPhones. Because it’s 2013.
So we got the place and sauntered shambled in to find out how the process worked. Each kid was given a small bucket. Each bucket had a capacity of two pints. Each pint cost $5. Six kids, six buckets, sixty dollars.
YOU MAY ONLY FILL YOUR BUCKETS LESS THAN HALFWAY!
We screamed that at them as they tore off down the rows of blueberry bushes.
We needn’t have worried.
Eventually we ended up with four pints of blueberries altogether, which may or may not have been too many, but when you think about it … who can have too many blueberries?
And if you do, you put them in the freezer and make pie out of them in December.
P.S. The kids pretended they were ninja power ranger super spy blueberry farmers. They had a blast.
P.P.S. The majority of them declared afterward that they hate blueberries and how dare we suggest they eat them.