Me too, Foster. Me too.
This week marks the dreaded 'back to work' week (which has managed to overshadow the big 3-0). My general attitude is being reflected in the flattering picture of Foster shown above. As hard as we tried, Jonas and I didn't end up hitting the jackpot in Power Ball or Mega Millions, so it's back to the grindstone on Monday morning.
We did have a pretty eventful last week together though:
We saved a turtle from certain death on Vassar Street (and then discussed the dangers of E. coli and reptiles. Seriously.)
We caught a cold. And saw Dr. Kumar (of course). Good news -- 11.5 pounds, and healthy...minus feeling a little crappy.
Foster and Jonas kept the big surprise BBQ a secret long enough to (finally) surprise me.
And we played. A LOT.
And counted.
66 days until Thanksgiving Break.
