Yepper. Byos’ feets grow pretty fast for quite some time during their teen years.
We’ve been having thunderstorms off and on all day (mostly on) and I will always hate them. I used to love them as a kid because they were so infrequent, but my first year married, I spent part of it in SD and learned to hate T-storms in a hurry.
In other news, the Mother’s Day Bunneh and the Birthday Bunneh both arrived via UPS, but one was a dead giveaway — one I wasn’t supposed to open until next Sunday (not this one) and the other was from Godiva Chocolates, so what was I supposed to do? ;o]
I prefer the bonbons, but this is a sampler of a different kind, so I’m really trying to use restraint. Honest.
FS had a tooth pulled today, so I hope the worst of his pain is over with by the time they leave for Europe on the 21st. He was complaining yesterday, but he still got the frame together. (It would have taken me three days, but I most definitely would not have been able to put the mattress on the frame by myself!) Bless his heart. I feel worse than ever for him, now.
After the feet, the rest grows.
Frank and Kathleen have Wilderness Survival class again tomorrow. I hope I can get him to wear his old shoes.
w00t!
w00t!
First one in the new home.