Despite the fact that I haven't had anything to drink in 26 weeks (but who's counting?) I woke up today (the 5th of July) feeling hopelessly hung over. All that independence celebrating (sitting in the shade by a pool) has me plum tuckered out and all I want to do is:
Stop back by tomorrow (the 7th) where we will be
and saying happy birthday to Ike (he's turning one) and my mom (she's turning a little older than one)