Francisco and I had a 3 p.m. Friday beer date. He drank green beer. Ew.
The Ten Commandments outside a local pizza place. Francisco said it looks like a pet cemetary.
For dinner we picked up pizza and picnicked by the creek.
Last night the soreness hit, and I felt every turn I made. This morning every movement is sore--every muscle and ligament.
Blaze asked: "Mama, when you get older, does your hair shorten?" Because he sees lots of people with short, white hair.
2 comments:
It does look like a pet cemetery. But green beer?!?!?!
I know!!
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