A near perfect humpday.

This morning started out fantastic. Woke up. Choked down my knarly green tea with lemon. Read the Bible/ prayed. Staggered Ran for 45 min with Bertha and my pipsqueaks. Went on a friendly neighborhood stroll for another 45 min.

Well, it started out a little rocky. What? There was an airplane. Don't judge.

 What is with boys and peeing angels? 

 Yep. Crossing the street unattended. We are risk takers like that.

 I hope I never forget how precious these squirts are.

And the night ended with Gin Rummy. Chad always liked a good spanking.

The near perfect part would be the fact I missed out on a siesta. Which is what happens on perfect days.