The Lamb Chops got together and threw a party in honor of my upcoming trip. They were mostly excited about the chance to have a conga line. They've been wanting to have a conga line for some time. However, they've never experienced or seen one, so their basic idea is that it involves crazy and/or tropical clothes.
They sure had a bunch of fun!
Up close action shot! Football Lamb Chop lets loose and abandons her uniform, heading up the line. Original Lamb Chop gets into the kicks. It appears that Mommy Lamb Chop at the end of the line is either laughing hysterically or having a hernia from all the moving about at her age.
I only allow my Lamb Chops to drink organic almond milk and organic raw kombucha. But I think the kombucha got a little over-fermented, because Original Lamb Chop drank to too much in her excitement to conga and, well, you see for yourself. You also see...what is that on her legs? Let's just move on. Ok, up you go, Original Lamb Chop, and let's try again.
OH NO!
Let this be a lesson to you: when you drink over-fermented kombucha and conga, innocent victims get hurt. Party over.
"I'm so glad we didn't drink and conga."
The wreckage. Let's also avoid looking at the very visible props here.
At least she died as she lived, though we will never know if that was with laughter or horrible pain.
The face of a killer.Needless to say, I will need to set up some careful supervision for the Lamb Chops while I am gone for a month. It's just part of being a mother.
