Why do burns hurt sooo stinkin bad? The sting... I tell ya. It's persistent, that's for sure.
This past weekend was a busy one. Now let me try and remember all that happened.... Friday, hmmm. Tim, what did we do Friday? "Andrea and Dave came over" - Nope, we went to the Bradfords. Awesome, edifying time with a great couple. Such good conversation... always meaty, never surface level.
Saturday Tim spent the day (mostly) with his brother who drove all the way up from Florida to sell his car to Tim's parents for his little sister. They watched football and drank beer - because that's what boys do. I went into work to help Rebekah with some stuff - we ate Chipotle and giggled a lot because that's what girls do. Then we went to my parents to celebrate my dad's b-day followed by spur-of-the-moment late night cookie making with the Kerneys. Oatmeal raisin over coffee and cards while the babies all slept soundly = Lovely jubbly.
And Sunday was pretty stressful because Jack was a miserable, miserable little thing who we suspect is not only going through a growth spurt but is also teething. This means lots of crying, not a whole lot of sleeping, and just... bleck. Not fun for anyone. But thankfully he was in a jovial mood for a small part of the BBQ we were at - and then quickly reached his limit and just wanted a bath and his bed. Don't we all Jack, don't we all....
Finally home & fast asleep, wearing my favorite pjs.
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