It's Friday

Ouch-y.

It was bound to happen. TLP is so strong willed and wants to stand on his own. Unfortunately his legs and gravity don't cooperate as much as he would like. This afternoon he took a terrible tumble and his check is read. I gave him some juice and tried to hold ice on the area while he drank. Fat chance.

I remember how easily his mom and aunt bruised when they were little. In fact, we still bruise very easily. Sometimes I don't realize I've run into something until a big bad bruise appears.

Today I'm celebrating Friday. I need to return a pan to the rental company. I need to go to the drugstore. And supplies are needed from the liquor store.