Less Wordy Wednesday

Wow! I posted yesterday AND today! Amazing. And I'm going to be cute and do a Wordless Wednesday. Except that I've already done some words, here. 26 words, to be exact (now 31) and so there went the "wordless" part. Dang. I am not good at being wordless. And it goes so good with Wednesday. How about Shorter Post Wednesday? No. That doesn't work. Fewer Words Wednesday....OH! LESS WORDY WEDNESDAY! Yay! I have invented "Less Wordy Wednesday". You heard it here, first, folks. It is going to spread like wildfire. Along with Titillating Tuesday (or Typical Tuesday - depending on whether it was titillating, or not).



So here are some pics since I haven't posted any in awhile. On Thanksgiving weekend we went to Houston St Fair. It is a monthly thang in San Antonio. On Houston Street. It is a fair. I bet that is why they call it Houston St Fair.




Anyway, Houston Street is by the Alamo....which was crowded on this particular day.

And here are two more defenders of the Alamo. All Texas children (even aging bald ones) are natural-born defenders of the Alamo. It's our version of national pride. Because, you know, we used to be a Republic. I know I sound all smart and everything, spouting Texas history, and since I homeschool my kids they are also smart and everything about Texas history. That is why when we drove past the Alamo a few months ago, Jules said, "There's the Alamo." And his brother answered, "That's not the real Alamo, you idiot." Ahhhhh. Another proud parental moment. Joel had apparently been looking at the Alamo his entire life while under the impression that it was FAKE. That is why all those people flock to see it.

Here is a pic of Ellie and friends we met up with. She is missing John (only boy in the photo. he is the one without breasts) because he decided to up and go to POLAND. The REAL Poland. Not one of those fake ones you find lying around where people sell sausages on a stick (well, in Texas we mostly roll them up in tortillas and call them Pollacko Tacos). He has been teaching himself Polish and he up and hopped on a plane. His mother is beside herself with whatever it is mothers feel when their 18-year-old sons run off to Poland. We hear he is having a great time and he is a great photographer so we're looking forward to seeing and hearing about his fantastic adventure when he returns.

So the reason for our jaunt to Houston St Fair was mostly to see our friend perform. Sarah is a 17-year-old singer/songwriter. She will quite possibly be famous someday so this is yet ANOTHER thing you are seeing here first (along with Less Wordy Wednesday).

Check the tube to hear Sarah singing my favorite song, Sarah's Song.


I'm signing off as a particularly less wordy Sardine Mama.