Some Disappointing News

I'm sure many of you are expecting me to post about the disappointing McCain/Palin loss. Actually, what I'm about to say is WAY more devastating to me than the presidential election.

It is with deep regret, immense heartbreak and total despair that I have to announce the postponing of our Baton Rouge trip to see Jac and Torey Tubre and their sweet lil' Cupcakes.

(INSERT GASPS, BOOS, CRIES OF PITY, TEARS, AND FAINTING SPELLS HERE)

We are not allowed to divulge the details of our extenuating circumstances at this time, but there WILL be good coming from this disaster. So, instead of having a baby-free weekend with good friends, watching Alabama schnocker LSU this weekend.....we're having a baby-filled getaway to somewhere warmer.

While we are deeply saddened about delaying our Louisiana get-away, we are ecstatic about the VERY GOOD REASON for it (and so are the Tubre's). However, Jaclyn did inform me that she went into a deep depression. Her friends, family and co-workers have been calling their house, concerned about her new habit of curling up in the fetal position in the darkest corner. Last report I received was that they have been unsuccessful with their attempts to pry her thumb from her mouth. She has also been noted bursting into song and dance (then sobbing) at the most inopportune times and attempting to swerve her 'Burb into the nearest bridge embankment. Don't worry, though....she's now seeking professional help. Despite the huge boost it would give my vanity, I'm afraid I cannot take credit for these bizarre and desperate behaviors. I think it may have something to do with the fact that LSU is only 3-2 in the SEC. Oh no I dit-int! Yes I did. SNAP!

Now, back to the matter at hand. We will be flying (I know....a germ-filled airport in the the midst of RSV season....eeeeewww) with the babies, Billy, Aunt Lainie, our good friend Ashlyn and myself. We're thinking of putting signs around the babies' necks that say, "Stay back at least 10 feet. We have leprosy. You can also catch it by coughing in our direction." That might draw more attention, so I think we'll just be carrying around 40,000 4 oz bottles of hand sanitizer. And if it comes down to it, Mama Bear will emerge and tell the little old ladies to keep their snotty tissue-laden hands away from us. If a curious, straying, snot-nosed kid tries to get too close, I have plans to tell them that the babies are actually monsters that will morph in their dreams and attack them while they sleep. Sick and demented, you say? Totally. It's a curse that I have to live with. But my therapist says I'm making great strides.

We promise to let the cat out of the bag as soon as we can. In the meantime, please send extra prayers and happy thoughts our way on Saturday, Nov 8th. And also send up requests to the Big Man that our travels are safe and everyone stays healthy.

Lots of Love,
Moni

P.S. - If you already know about our big plans, we ask that you NOT mention them on this blog. Otherwise, we'll be forced to delete your comment. You KNOW how painful that would be for us, since we treasure each and every one that we get.

P.P.S. - Guess who has a double ear infection..... IT'S ME, IT'S ME!!! I can hardly hear a thing, so make sure you TYPE LOUDLY if you comment.

P.P.P.S. - We got tagged by the Donovan Clan. Thanks alot, Charity! We're supposed to post the 4th picture of the 4th folder on our computer. So, here it is.....

This was one Sunday morning at the Graf house. Man, why didn't anyone tell us our kids used to look like little alien monkeys. I'm glad they grew out of that! And you call yourselves friends...

P.P.P.P.S. - Say extra prayers for the Tubre family, too. Emma was so distraught about not being able to see her Aunt Moni that she reverted to eating dead lizards. Grody to the MAX! Yes, I'm a product of the '80s and that used to be my favorite saying.

P.P.P.P.P.S. - These post scripts are getting out of hand. I'm calling it quits for the night. Peace out, my Peeps!