My brother dropped by the house today. He has been reading my blog posts about how tired I am, so he brought me a bottle of wine and a gift certificate for an hour long massage.
OR he might have said that I’ve been complaining for two days and if I didn’t have anything better to blog about, just don’t bother.
If I wasn’t so dang TIRED, I’d dig up all the goofy pictures I have of him. And there are LOTS.
Instead, I’m posting a few photos of the week, thus far.
That’s it. No whining, no complaining, no pitiful pictures of me looking like death. Just cute pictures of kids doing their thing. But if my brother is expecting any cool souvenirs from Lake Winnie, he can FORGET it.