I know, I know, TMI...
Yesh. She's resting. But I think its going to be a looong weekend. Especially for hubby.
Here's a picture I've meant to post - it's a bottle buried in the ground near a restuarant. And the grass is growing inside it.
Weird, right?
So am I bored or what?
Bleah.
I've been informed it will "feel like 8" tomorrow.
Why do they do that? That whole "feel like" thing? It's like charades: sound like nose? Hose? Whose? Whose coming to dinner?
It's 8 or it's not 8, it's 14. Let's not make it worse.
Either 14 or 8, I'll be in bed. Going out of my mind.