Well, we spent the afternoon at the ER getting this rock:

Made it home before the crazy storms hit the area. Then spent the better part of the rest of the evening in our bathroom wearing bicycle helmets trying to convince a hopped-up-on-adreneline-bear cub that we weren't going to die.
And then I ate chocolate.
Would you expect anything less?
Better than yours. Thanks for asking.
ReplyDeleteSounds like chocolate was needed before, during, and after.
If bad things come in threes, you are done for awhile...accident, stitches, storms. DONE.
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