Oh yeah, I love my pup. How could anybody not love that face?
Boys in sports means there is always, always, always someone who requires stitches or X-rays or something or other that requires a copay...usually towards the end of the month when the money tree is not blooming. We've got it good though...a friend who is a pediatrician and neighbor who is a nurse.
They work for food and I'm more than happy to feed them.
This time around, no stitches needed thanks to those remarkable steri-strips. I love this things.
I love that boy more...even with yet another sweet scar.
That guy that I like so much and I have begun our season of long walks around our lake. It's seriously easy to think about all the negatives of where we live...well, there's really only one and that's the cost of real estate here.
And then we walk around our lake and talk to all the people who are also walking around the lake and it's like a big wake up call.
I like it here.
We took our dog with us and we all survived. He might be big and black but he is afraid of people, afraid of open spaces, afraid of wind, afraid of being outside. He pulls and pulls to get back home and whoever is walking him ends up with one arm that is like 2 feet longer than when we started...but, he is doing better.
Day by day. Week by week.
Our garden is so beautiful this season and I am so ready to sit and enjoy it. I am in the last weeks of work and it is utter chaos...I'm tired and grumpy and so very, very thankful for boys who can drive and pick up Nick's pizza when I just don't feel like cooking. It doesn't happen often...I love cooking and it is relaxing to me but today was beyond busy.
Tomorrow is a new day.
I've been day dreaming a lot lately and they all have the same common theme....summer. I'm ready for summer.
And corn on the cob.
In the meantime, the big garden is on zucchini overload so we're going to be eating it lots of different ways in the coming weeks. Good thing we like it.
And now...now it's time to sleep.