Friday, July 30, 2010

I. Am. Beat.

I'm not 25 anymore. If I was, I wouldn't be such a pregnancy wuss.
This morning we made a trip to Chuck-E-Cheese so Wolfgang and cousin Timmy could play. Timmy played while I schlepped around the 30-pound Goo. He had fun.
Then we came home and I put him to bed and then went in to work. We transferred new furniture over and I did a lot of...hobbling.
Tonight I am a zombie.
If I weighed less, I'd be leaning on the Wump too.

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