I kind of dread weekends. I get it. Every time he goes into the garage or is down in the basement for any period of time I start getting suspicious. I'm having a hard time letting that go.
No real plans. I'm tired from the fasting and procedures (even though I slept for ten hours when we got home!) so I will likely sleep in tomorrow. We'll finish the massive loads of laundry, and maybe take DD to the park. Beyond that, not much else. I just want to sit and do nothing!
"Why would you ruin perfectly good peanuts by adding candy corn? That's like saying hey, I have these awesome nachos, guess I better add some dryer lint." - Nonny