Survivor in Suffolk is actually a short film that Emma and Sweet Fairy are working on. They've been doing YouTube videos since they were 10. We, as parents, watched them with great pride. Although I must say I didn't know what the hell was going on half the time. You have to possess their sense of humor obviously and I don't.... have their sense of humor. It's sometimes disconcerting. I think I have a wonderful sense of humor. They simply live in some alternate universe. All I know is their ability to laugh at the most inane things makes it difficult for me to stay one step ahead of them.
**Note to young parents - you think you have problems now??? I laugh at you - HA.**
Their humor makes it almost impossible to go anywhere with them and participate in the conversation - I'm not sure what the conversation is about and I sure as hell don't know where it is going. That's gotten me in quite a bit of trouble. I know things no sane mother should ever be exposed to.
***Forgive me Colyn*** (Sweet Fairy's mom)
But, while we wait for the award winning film the two of them are producing, I will leave you with some pictures of a day of survival in Suffolk.
We live about an hour from Jamestown. You can visit the actual site of Jamestown or visit the recreation museum. Either way, there is a reason most of the first immigrants died. There's also a reason why, after some 400 years on this continent, Suffolk is just starting to become populated.
You all can guess, right? Let's try 101* heat with 90% humidity and bugs. Never forget the bugs. Bugs that bite. Bugs I've never encountered before now. Huge bugs, that fly. Did I mention they bite? Beerhound swears my legs look like I'm a crack addict. Suffolk bugs like me in direct proportion to my dislike of them. They have horses to bite. WTF??? I've been told I have long legs but confusing me with a horse, that's going too far. After this summer of global climate change and bugs bigger than Beerhounds best spit wads, I've given up on being green. I'm all for DDT.
None of this stopped us though from having a BBQ. Yes, we are that stupid.
No, you will not see pictures of me. It simply isn't done, especially not dripping with sweat. This way, when I pass on, my daughters and everyone else will remember me as tall, svelte and forever gorgeous. They can't seem to remember where they put anything or what I asked them to do 10 minutes ago. I think it's a fair bet to say, if I don't provide pictures, they'll remember me exactly the way I want them to.