Dillon Colorado

Went to Dillon, Colorado a couple of weeks ago thanks to a generous offer by my parents. We stayed in a little condo there and played games, hiked, swam, watched TV, worked puzzles, and did a lot of unsuccessful fishing. Of course, because we are cursed when it comes to fishing as a family.

The photobomb.

Funny thing is even though my teens are completely confusing and frustrating to me
they seem to have quite an understanding with each other.
As in: I don't speak Teen.
Don't understand the lingo, cannot fathom for the life of all that is good why someone finds any entertainment in Adventure Time or The Regular Show. Why they know all things going on and I'm just sitting there with a look of shock at some of the things I see or hear. "Mom, you're so out of it. We see it all the time."
More looks of shock. More mumblings of confusion. More blank staring.
I should just go crawl under a rock and make it official cause you know what? I really don't want to know all these things. I prefer to live in my Pollyanna-Heidi bubble of ignorance.
Ahh, ignorance is bliss.

Now these guys, are my bliss: 

Especially when John is on caffeine.That, due to his strange biology, makes him calmer.