Babysat two adorable one-year-old boys all day while their mom and dad went to the LSU game.
Came home, fed family dinner, and found a splint for my wrist. (I think now that I aggravated my carpal tunnel syndrome, which I’ve already had surgery on once but had started bothering me again. Even more so with the left hook to the washer incident.)
What does this mean to you?
Nothing. Except that I have nothing to post about.