Goodbye, long wretched week

I won’t say you have been the hardest week, but I’m glad you’re gone.

I have Rhen in his Johnny Jump Up but I just don’t think it’s going to happen. He’s latched on to the strap and is moaning. He has a very handsome outfit on today. In the spirit of thinking global we went with the “triumvirate” socks. France, Great Britain, and the United States. Black stretchy pants with white horizontal stripes, his Patrick and Alisa onesie, and his cable knit sweater. Looking good.

What else do we have here today? Mom left to visit Patrick in Seattle. Can you believe she flew out on Northwest and she’s a part of a union? Strike breaker–but then again, Gert bought the tickets. Doh! I forgot to tell her to buy us some snickerdoodles from Whole Foods. Hint, hint if you’re reading this Mom.

It’s funny, last night I had this whole post worked out in my head about Christi’s “ranch tooth” but now I can’t even remember the gist of it much less the opening sentence. Anyway, I’m happy for the weekend.

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