Guess where this picture was taken?
Come on. Guess.
Okay. Never mind.
I'd use it for Tall Tale Tuesday, but too many people know I did it.
You should have seen the looks I got when I said I took a picture in the bathroom. Ha! I was all alone in there, with a camera, so... I have lots more pictures to share (NOT of me in the Applebee's bathroom. This is the only one. Honest.). Wait for it.
And we're back to reality. Dang.
I didn't get any writing done today, because it was one of those days - you know the ones I mean. I put my sneakers on at 6:30 this morning and didn't get to take them off, or barely even sit down until 9:30 tonight. I'm beat, and hating this week already.
Tonight we had K3's band/chorus concert. Usually we sit and wait for him to be on the stage, but this time he was up there nearly the whole time. Boy's chorus/special chorus/regular chorus/guitar ensemble/jazz band/regular band. My boy loves it and so do I. He was so cute! I have to say, middle school boys all have the same hair. It's like they all decided when they hit sixth grade that they weren't going for the "mom and dad" haircut any longer. Only a few still look like they get regular haircuts. Yeah, my son falls in the former category, though he's had a few trims along the way. I just wish he'd remember to comb it before he goes out in public looking like a chicken roosted on his head all night.
Head over to Megan Hart's blog (link in the left sidebar on blogger, links page on word press - I'm too lazy to post a live link. What? It's late!) to see a hysterical video from the retreat. You'll see the precipitating events from the springy blue dog disaster, Misty Simon laying on the ground in the cemetery after she fell down the hill, and a brief glimpse of the dance party.
I think I should go to bed now.