I am out of sporks. I am braindead.
Yesterday was a whirlwind. Woke up to the not-so-friendly sound of our neighbor mowing his grass outside our window at 9:30am (who the heck does that on a holiday weekend?). Got up and eventually left the house.
indyansel wanted to see Monticello. Upon getting up there and seeing the line at the parking lot, we all decided October would be a much better time to do that kind of thing. We went up to Carter's Mountain Orchard for peaches and then set out for Crabtree Falls.
For some reason, we thought it would be a good idea to go see Natural Bridge, too. We managed to go there and handle the oohing and aahing. Afterward, we drove home on the BR parkway and then quickly put together food for a bbq at
nannar's home.
Dinner was had. Laughter was heard. A four and a half hour game of Munchkin ensued. We all came home and slept like the dead.
And dead I remain.
Ever an active corpse, I've slowly chipped away at the pile of dishes in the kitchen. Boy has taken it upon himself to caulk every seam in the house and I'm slowly getting high off the fumes. I think he grabbed the wrong tube of caulk. I'm getting really woozy and I'm fairly sure the stuff I bought isn't that noxious.
I have a caffeine headache. I suppose I should go dry my espresso pot and make myself some magical elixir. It's just rather late for it, is all.