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weekend wrap up...

Saturday:
The beginning: Ovarian Caner Benefit.

The middle: Just getting started.

Middle to end: Just a little slap & tickle.


Wrapping up (sorry for the offensive finger). Maybe you just had to be there to enjoy this moment.
How are you feeling? "O.K."


Sunday:
Grilling hat? Check.


Zipper pulling. (Rhys, t.w.i.t.'s son (or Rhys Monkey) and friend Stephanie.)

Reese (better known as Reese Cup), playing Jenga or as my garage sale version is called "Tumbling Towers".



Don't worry, Nate's got everything else. (As seen with: Pack n Play, Cooler (with beer), two camping chairs and the missing camera.
We had a great time with everyone! Glad we were able to spend time in the great weather together. Thank you for coming to our cookout! We hope to do it again soon!
Monday was spent cleaning, doing laundry and sleeping. Lots of sleeping.

Comments

DC said…
Thank you so much for stopping by my blog to say hello. I just posted a new entry re: infertility. I think you may get a kick out of it, so please check it out.

Love your pictures!!! Good luck with TTC and please keep in touch!
Stephanie said…
Stopping by from NaComLeavMo. Looks like you had a great weekend!
Q said…
Returning the visit from NaComLeavMo. Thanks for stopping by.

Wow, your weekend looks like so much more fun than I had!
DC said…
BTW . . . I love your taste in movies! We have many of the same favorites. :)
Deb said…
Looks like y'all had a huge weekend. Mine was spent with the crazy and highly aggitating in-laws (dont repeat that i will deny it). Wish I had been at your cookout instead, but alas, no such luck.

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