Fat, bumpy, wrinkled, with short legs that barely hold my body up off the ground and squinting eyes, LOL
Nothing's wrong, just one of those Sunday's with a late start, which seems to be the death knell of any productivity at all around here.
Obviously, I also need to clean my glasses before I put them on again, too, because Mrs. Toad is slightly blurry. Sorry, but she won't come back out so I can retake her picture!
So, all the Illinois Garrens survived the weekend in the same house. Ricky took James and Kate into town with him yesterday morning, met up with Steve and his kids, and then I picked up all four kids in the late afternoon. The big boys stayed in town playing monkeywrench and smoking cigars until nightfall...they would've stayed later, but they feared the attack of the Munchkin Mafia if they didn't hurry out here to the house for birthday cupcakes and presents. Since Rick's birthday is coming up the next weekend that Steve has his kids, I thought we ought to go ahead and celebrate Victoria's birthday this weekend.
Let me just say this for Tanner the Teenager-- he may be uber-cool, but he still graciously consents to play with the munchkins when he's here :) He even brought James one of his Star Wars movies and told James he's very sorry he got rid of his Star Wars collection when he outgrew it because now he wishes he could give it to James. Good kid, that one, but don't go spreading it around that a grownup said that ;)
Alright, maybe I oughtta hop along now and do a few things. . . Toad-a-loo, see ya on the morrow!