Socially awkward...purely fiction

Remember that time when Sally came over two years ago when we wrote that EPIC(click here) blog post?

This will be sooo much better than that!

With the two years that has passed, our brood of children has grown by one and the other five have bonded as their mothers need for ridiculous blogging has spun out of control. 

It has been unclear as to whether or not the kids would have the same relationship as their parents, one filled with laughter and tons of fun memories, until a fateful day in July where we almost lost it all to those more privileged than us.


*Flashback*

Not so long ago we peasants were fortunate enough to hitch a ride, and also a free ticket to a little place we like to call Sea World. It's a place where whales, dolphins and maniacs roam freely.

Despite the heat being a whopping 150 degrees outside our spirits were high. Halfway into the day we were enticed to settle down for quick diving show when we smelled remnants of fresh fish, dolphin excrement and frozen lemonade. It was really a bad idea from the start. What were we thinking? To take part of such an event and sit in the third row splash zone is just unheard of in the peasant community.  It's really miraculous that our shirtless children did not get spotted and kicked out of such a prestigious event. Luckily we were able to document it with this photo.

All was swell, until, it wasn't.

As you can see we were sitting behind very, very, respectable and privileged folk. I believe the clip in this ladies hair to be sculpted from wood taken from the honorable George Washington's leg. Oh how lucky to be in the row ahead of us, holding such regard for American history.

Whilst Sally and Renée (names have not been made up to protect peasant identity) sat rather loudly discussing the joys of churning butter, a rather foul sound came from directly in front of us. Was this really happening? The more privileged, talking to us?! It couldn't be. Certainly not.

But, oh, it was!

We would both like to have fond memories of this moment, however, the wood wearing potty mouth had us drowning in language unsuitable for even the lowest of lowlanders. You see, our provincial lifestyle brought us up to believe that when you are in an arena with loud music and laughter and joy everywhere that it is acceptable to use outside voices. How dare we. Our lesson is learned, for we had no idea such behavior was intolerable to those of higher society.  Lucky for us, we had a protector.

His name has been held back to protect his nobleness.  I am shocked to be sitting here, still married to the man in the beige hat. For his actions have demonstrated that we peasants stick together and the morals we share are evident when an intruder, even when of high society, throws trash out their mouths towards ANY of us. We will stick together as two families and have decided to become one. Our children are betrothed to each other, as presented in the following symbolic photos.

Poor little, saddened Layla must wait until a Campbell son is born to complete the union of the two families.

However, the friendship between these two is one of "Sally and Renée" and is believed to be one with lasting qualities.

In order to prepare for such a horrific event in the future, we have decided to make Isaiah a noble knight in our peasant world. It is customary for the knight to take pictures where two girls are making him smile and one where he is surrounded by three girls for training purposes.

When he becomes the protector of our united families the beige hat will likely be passed on to his noble peasant head.

Until then, it shall be known, these kids are walking away from the idea that their mothers would take such abuse in the future.