I’ve finally run myself into the ground. Four weddings and the masters in five weeks and I’m cashed. I have a terrible cold, have no voice, and I’m totally exhausted. Luckily – today is Confederate Memorial Day and I didn’t have to go to work. I slept for five hours yesterday when I got back from the ATL, went to sleep at 11:30 last night, woke up at 9:30 for an hour, and then slept from 10:30 till 3 this afternoon. I feel like I missed a terrifically beautiful day, but I just really needed some rest.
Now I’m sitting outside with my mom and Robin chatting. Briscoe keeps trying to drink the salt water out of the pool and Mama keeps trying to tell me that it is going to make her sick. But I can’t yell at her because I don’t have a voice. The weather is perfect.
Sigh. I’m going to sleep early tonight. I have an eye doctor appointment and dentist appointment tomorrow – not to mention work. Hmmm.
the thin line between optimism and delusion... 
Oh Poor Leon!!! This is why I keep Martha in the crate when I am not at home. Grumpy would never forgive me! Plus, my mother would probably sue for custody and allege child endangerment.
Briscoe looks like a cutie.
And PS – I’m so glad that someone else has stuffed animals that are REAL.