The London Eye

The London Eye. Because seeing Parliament and Big Ben from the ground isn't good enough for the five of us. 

And because we are known for taking family selfies, we kept the tradition alive:

I need to compile all our family selfies at some point. It'd be funny to see them all at once, because there are five of us so someone is always partially cut out of the photo. At least I'm not no longer giving my $800 camera to a stranger in Atlanta because I trust them to take a photo. Seriously, it happened. Long story short: This dude offered to take a photo of me and my girlfriend during a trip we were taking and I was all Oh my god that's so nice, yeaaaaah. As I stand up to head over to him to hand him my camera my street-smart girlfriend grabbed my arm and sternly muttered, Lorri. No! Sometimes I can't help it. I'm too friendly. It's like the time I got in trouble when we were driving around DC when I was little and I went to roll down the window for the homeless looking guy selling newspapers. Apparently you're not supposed to do that. Sorry, Daddy! I blame it on the fact that I grew up wanting for nothing and in the country, yall.  I don't know a thing about how to survive these  cold, mean streets of *fill in the blank*. I feel like I everyday my children should remind/tell me the line from the movie Mr. Mom, where the little boy, as he's talking to his mom as she's leaving for work tells her to be careful because, "It's a jungle out there."

Real talk, ya'll.