What Weekend?

What a busy weekend. And it’s only 9am on Saturday. The dog made it to the groomer, I made it to the produce market, the commissary and Wal-Mart (I hate that store). My hair got cut, the laundry is completely caught up (folded and put away too!), but there is still so much left to do.

As I type I am on call for the hospital and then Mister is going to a photo shoot. That’s right, he’s officially a model! Ok, maybe not so officially, it’s not a paid gig. But it is for a very real catalog done by a very real professional photographer who also happens to be my brother-in-law. He called last night and said he needed a kid for a bicycle ad. I hope it’s not a disaster.