B.H asked me what I was doing on April 20th a few days ago. I don't think I ever answered him. That's a normal thing in our home. B.H. doesn't really get a chance to hold a complete conversation with another member of our family without getting cut off or interrupted. (Unfortunate for him. Fortunate for us.) I put zero thought into it and had actually completely forgotten he had asked me this question UNTIL...THIS:
Suddenly, it hit me! B.H. is training for a 5k that will take place in less than 2 weeks. Maybe I haven't been clear, B.H. does not do anything athletic. I have even begged him to go running with me before and he not only declined my request BUT stared at me in disgust. Good luck B.H.! You will need it!
I arrive at the Plantation to find this:
That would be S. on a tractor in our front yard! Who is this girl? What the heck is going on? I didn't even know what to say to either of these situations. I went to bed shortly after arriving home as the day was more than my mind could handle.