How is it Sunday evening at 8:00 pm already? (Now it’s 10 pm. I got distracted.) Friday nights seem so luxurious – the whole weekend ahead of us, like an unending savannah of time. But it all gets filled up somehow and now it’s all over. Jeremy spent some time this weekend trying to get Edda’s photo for our annual pancake breakfast.
Friday night, Edda wrestled Jeremy as she fell asleep.
While Vince hosted a sleepover.
I went out into the woods to orienteer where I gave up about 3/4 of the way through and felt defeated. I ate a lot of cookies. Every time I go to these events I get mistaken for Florence. Hi Florence! Umm, I’m not Florence. Of course, it didn’t take me too long to figure out who this mysterious Florence person was. I should have taken a selfie with her.
Sat. night we watched “Tonight’s Special” on Netflix.
Sunday Football ice cream cake!
Small act: Donated $ to rescue.org in Silver Spring.