Collapse

It feels like I've been running around from one thing to the next for the past two days.  Go go go, hurry hurry hurry.  I haven't really minded it - I've wanted to go and do everything.

But now I'm tired.  I'm about ready to collapse in a heap and hope that Lance will put me in bed.  Or at least give me a blanket.  My belly is tight and achy.  All I want to do is sit on the couch, swell up a little bit (not that I have a choice), eat some of the candied popcorn I made for FHE last night, and work on my fourth blog book while watching American Idol.  (Who is this dope murdering one of my favorite Stevie Wonder songs?  Oy.)

So that's what I'm gonna do.

In the meantime, enjoy this awesome picture of Cole.  Please note the "Mom" tattoo on his arm; it's my favorite part.