We've hit the frog and toad, and we're out of town for Easter. But not before I tipped a chair over that fell onto my foot. A full throttle blow that continued to bruise throughout the day. Poor, poor me.
Please drag out the world's smallest violin.
I'd planned a weekend full of running/walking - wogging (walking x jogging) until this accident has left me like a limp biscuit.
Anyhoot - poor me aside. It's so nice to be in the country air. Gives me a chance to further brainwash Matt into letting our little family move to the country. Life in the country is good. Slowed down. No traffic jams. No hither and thither. Country air. Life is good.
I'm going to soak up this weekend - soak in the heat, the goodness, and the chocolate.
Happy Easter my friends. I hope you have a safe and happy time with friends and family.
PS - another apology for my ugly foot shot. I know, I know. Poor form PMM.