T and I play apples to apples. First of about 900000 games.
I show my mom how I force T to bend to my will. In my pj's, no less.
Me and C smile like fools at the park.
On the teeter totter. That neither teeters, nor totters.
T and E attempt to overcome the non-teetering action....I sense failure.
At the shower. Proof that my mom is a wreck. I have yet to see a photo taken of her during her trip here where she looks 'normal'. The poor woman--she takes photos terribly.
My bridal party gave me a ball winder and swift as my shower gift. T and C wound all my yarn. We like that.
I need a nap.
