Poor B has visited the dinosaurs with the boy and gone to several soccer meetings, so he is exhausted as well. So what did we did to unwind this evening? We priced items for the consignment sale. His eyes are bleary from data entry and my fingers are raw from pinning tags on clothes. Tomorrow will bring the tagging of the toys. It is all good. The culling of the crap.
Just a funny to leave you with. The boy came down looking like this:
That is a comb stuck in his hair. Not sure why, but he's awful cute. And I will tell him over and over....just like I will tell my girls how beautiful and special they are. I never want them to doubt....
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