So, I thought I'd share a little story, instead, to wish you all a Happy 4th of July:
My dad to the bartender at dinner: "So, you've got two sizes for beer, huh?"
Bartender: "Yeah, a 16 oz. and a 22 oz."
My Dad: "I'll take one of each."
Bartender, looking skeptical: "One of each? Alright..."
My Dad: "Yeah, my left arm's weaker than my right one, and I don't want it to get tired while I'm double-fisting."
Oh, Dad. You know how to party. Actually, he was ordering one for my mom, but it was funnier not to let the bartender know that.
Anyway, I hope you had a two-beers-at-once kind of holiday weekend!
And now, because a blog post lacking quality can always be made up for with cute pictures, I leave you with these:
My kid loves shoes. He picks out his shoes every morning, and if I don't put them on, he follows me around whining until I do. Lately, he picks out his snow boots. Pretty much every day. And he's so proud of himself!
This was taken late this evening. He looks how I feel. Mom, can this weekend be over yet?