I am watching college gymnastics. (Florida vs. LSU)
and I. am. into. it.
I just got home from the gym and I have a HUGE headache.
I shouldn't have started this post.
Because I can't think of anything clever to say.
But I was feeling guilty because I haven't blogged in like, a month. That's gross.
I'm such a slacker.
By the way, yes, I did say "the gym". That's right. THE GYM.
L.A. Fitness that is.
Thanks to Mr. DeWitt and St. Valentine, I am now a member.
I also got a little blue box with a white ribbon tied around it.
A charm for my bracelet. Now I have two. Someday it will be full.
So... because of my headache, the three year old crawling all over me asking me what every button on the keyboard does, and dinner waiting to be made, I will keep this short. And sweet.
Just like Mr. DeWitt. (Wink)
A couple weeks ago, the Mr. had two days off work so we went to Thatcher to visit my parents. We took the quads and the rhino out to the desert to go shooting. It was a gorgeous day and we spent like five hours outside. Camden was in heaven.
Jason brought his pistol and made me shoot it. This is the gun we keep next to our bed, you know, in case of bad guys. Jason makes me practice opening the safe and loading the clip. He wanted me to practice shooting it. I did not.
But I did anyway.
Kuddos to my mom who took this picture. Can you see the shell popping out the top of the gun??
Sorry for the lame post. But that's all my brain can muster at the moment. I promise to deliver a much more witty and interesting post next time. Happy Monday folks!
