Is it Sunday already? Oh, wait, Sunday only has 30 minutes left. Nuts. This weekend absolutely flew by like a frelling F-22 Raptor.
I'm exhausted. I'm beat. I'm whipped. And not the good kind either.
I'll blog tomorrow. I have a vaca day. Taking the Dinks to the ophthalmologists and then waiting for (in sing-song over-the-top voice) my washer to be delivered!
Lots to tell ... lots to tell.
For now, good-night.