First off, I think it's important to look at this picture (above). I love the patriotism mixed with a little construction. Also, maybe the worst picture ever taken of both of us in one shot. At first I was sure I looked worse but if you look real hard at Tod...it becomes a toss-up. This picture was taken right before Tod didn't pay for a race but ran it anyway in the shirt they gave me.
It's also important to note that this week my first born turned four. Aunt Amy gave him this Ironman suit which he's worn since Monday. He also only hugs me once per day now because, "I'm four now, Mom...I only hug you once a day." Now everything he says ends with, "Because I'm four now, Mom."
I ate this at midnight last night. My head said no but my heart said yes.
Then today I worked in Tod's office. Once a week I get a babysitter and file for his staff. Maybe you think I dread this but you're wrong. It's the highlight of my week. I get to wear adult clothing and makeup, sit for hours and mindlessly (or silently!) file. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I also get to walk into Tod's office and see him sitting in this chair which is just slightly off the ground. He likes it low...reeeeeaaaaal low. He says he doesn't want to intimidate potential clients. Or scruff up his arm padding.
He also treats me to lunch at places with the most unappealing names and appearances. He loves finding restaurants that look or sound disgusting. Today he gave me two choices: "Okay, we can either head to Ichabod's or The Blue Ox."
When I even picture the grime under our server's nails today my lunch starts to resurface...