We’re still recovering from our extra long Friday that stretched into the early morning hours of Saturday. And today no one in the house stirred until 10am! That’s rare for us to be sure. By the time I actually arose, Zach had already cooked bacon and was in the process of making pancakes from scratch. How blessed am I?
Nice! Way to go Zach!
I want a freakin Zach.
I had to wake this morning to at 145 and again at 4 to take out the hell-boy puppy . . .
And then he woke me up whining at 5 – RUINING my last 45 minutes of sleep!
And then when I did get up . . . I was unceremoniously rushed out of the restroom because Puddin “really had to go”!
There was no bacon or freakin pancakes!
I want a Zach.
So how long to you and Zach give me this summer? And my one comment per post is not being followed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!