Sunday

Most Sunday mornings both my kids are crying and I'm a sweaty mess by the time we walk into church 10 minutes late. Dean has early meetings and when I get there he gives me the look like "your late" and I give him the look like "don't even start". So this week when I arrived at church 10 minutes early with happy kids and a clean house I knew it was going to be a good day... no that kind of success should be an indication for a good week.
After church we ate lunch and the kids and I took naps while Dean went to more meetings. When he came home we grilled up some dinner and went to the elementary school. Leann came home from the Alpine fire and played with us before she left the next morning for another fire. I wanted to drive the car to the school but Dean made us take the 4-wheelers. Karma got him when Blue Dog threw up on his boot. The only things Dean hates on this earth more than snakes and lettuce is throw-up.  We had a fun night together!