Underwear & Beer

My husband thinks Oliver will be embarrassed one day when we remind him of the time he spent the afternoon visiting the next-door neighbors' backyard in his Batman briefs. Perhaps. Perhaps not. It is a rather warm day after all.

I have discovered that getting through a day of baby crying during naptime and heavy-duty yardwork is made much easier when you dip into the cocktails around 11:30 a.m. As the country-western song says, "It's five o'clock somewhere."

I haven't enjoyed a nice day of sunshine, gardening and cold beer since before I was pregnant.

Ahhh. Welcome to Memorial Day Weekend at our house.

The end.