My crazy life, indeed. The princess turns 7 tomorrow, and so we're (the boss, mostly) prepping for that. Mini me's baseball is in full gear...we're 0-2...not hitting at all....Soccer's final fling is this Saturday, and on top of all that, the raffle I started to pay for the new concession stand comes to it's end Saturday, during "opening day" ceremonies for baseball. Even though we've played a couple games, we're going to have a big deal to welcome the season, with inflatables, player intros, the whole nine yards. HRD continues, with #1 son continuing to build on his Wisconsin success.
There has been no action health-wise. I'm not exercising, I'm drinking too much, and I'm eating junk. But at least I've got brutal self evaluation to keep me warm at night.
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Eh, quit it with the brutal self evaluation. I've long fallen off the wagon as well. As long as the kids are happy and healthy (which it sounds like they are) I wouldn't worry about it.
Beer is good.
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