Last week I was sick. Abigail was sick. Ryan was out of town on a business trip to “Dor-ja.” (That’s Georgia for all of you that don’t speak Abigailese.) Pretty much what I’m saying is that Hank was in charge – which also means that not a lot was accomplished.
All of that being cooped up made everyone little stir crazy.
Now Ryan’s back so we celebrated the end of a very long and very exhausting week.
We just admire his big, sandy paws and try not to worry about it. There are more pressing matters to attend to.
And then we vacuum. Once. Okay, twice.