But I have run out of words.
Some would argue that it is impossible for me to run out of words. That I am afflicted with verbal diarrhea. They would be correct.
But still, no words today.
Unless you want to hear about me falling face first on the concrete this afternoon.
Or singeing off my hairs on my arm on the gas trying to cook dinner.
Or about my 5 year old who has asked for 'cash' for her birthday present and tonight asked for blonde and brown stripes in her hair... (and I was worried about the 10 year old hitting teenage years!).
I promise tomorrow I will be back with something much more interesting to share!!!