I'm still here. Slacker, slacker. We've been back a while from our trip. Even with an entire month to spare, we didn't waste any time. My three boys are the suck-the-marrow-out-of-life sort and its easy to get caught up in their craziness. First order of business: bucket lists.
The football crazy Mak-Tatos were deadset on watching a major league soccer game and adding to their jersey collection.
Then they wanted to see the Giants play. Thanks to all those summers playing kickball with the cousins I managed to pretend to figure out the mechanics of baseball.
And then of course there was that date with Bono. Watching U2 perform LIVE was always in our must-do-before-we-croak list. Arriving seven hours ahead had its perks. Just a rail between me and Bono.
We all died and went to heaven.
