I have a friend named Erica. She is a real friend. Like the one who takes my kid when my other kid is in the hospital and drives me to the gym everyday when my car is in the shop for ten years. She also gives me good advice, like the time I sat on her couch at midnight worrying about stuff I couldn't control and she told me to pretend it was all in a balloon and to watch it float out of sight. I started picturing balloons in the shower, in the car, everywhere.
And it worked.
Her daughter is
puking vomiting today, so this post is for her. Those days are the worst. And I wasn't going to mention this but I've now beat her twice in a row in Words With Friends. She must feel so hopeless right now.
Day began with pool and sprinklers but little Larry overheated so we moved it inside...
I provided some blocks for entertainment but they stayed in this pile.
Oh, and in Lennon's underwear. I thought something looked bulky then I noticed the horizontal action going on....so inappropriate, Lennon. So inappropriate.