The manager of our local Hy-Vee just happens to be my neighbor.
This means that when I wake-up early and go to the grocery store so that I can take Justin to school at the same time (as a bus rider I know the joy of a ride every once in a while - thanks Libbi), I look like an idiot in front of someone I DO know.
Um, I think that sentence is illegally long, and makes very little sense.
Suffice it to say that all those funny lengths of hair that come after you have a baby were sticking straight up when I went to the store today, and I went anyway.
I've gotta get me a hat, I tell you what!
In other news, GQ is sick yet again. Last night he threw up on Justin. (Is it bad I was glad he threw up on Justin instead of in his bed?) He also has a runny nose again. Joy. I think we'll get better just in time for the Winter Flu to hit us.
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