Oh Mylanta, I’m exhausted.
We’re home, we’re not dead in a ditch. Back to the real world first thing in the morning with a 9am appointment, two parent-teacher conferences, and kind of an on-the-job training thing in the evening. Just an under the table thing to help out with bills, a courier service job.
Trying to think of something of substance to give you, but after having spent the weekend alternately funning myself to death and worrying myself to an ulcer, I’m at a loss. But I’ll make up for it tomorrow with some pictures from the long weekend. I won’t bore you with too many family pics, but I think you’ll dig some of the pics from the Budweiser Brewery, the Gateway Arch, and the Butterfly House.
I think I ate my weight in restaurant food this weekend. Blech.
Google Reader says I have 104 unread posts. For. The. Love. I’ll get to trying to catch up on the reading, but don’t hate me if I don’t comment too much tomorrow.
Elli Mae had a grand time visiting Gramma and her friend Cindy Lu this weekend, but she was so happy to see us tonight. When we walked in the house, she almost exploded just a little. She’s been stuck tight to my side ever since. I have the sneaking suspicion that I’m not going to be allowed out of her sight for a few days.
Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude. ZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.