Long Hollow

It's a Saturday in high gear. We were up late last night enjoying the company of friends… therefore slept late, making LATE the word of the day. It's been rush, rush, rush ever since… Max isn't just limping, he's hopping, so while Tom examined his leg, I had to hold baby Belle back to keep her from loving all over him during the examination. Couldn't figure out what's wrong – he never let out a wimper or flinch. He still just wants to play. 

But those unplanned extra minutes the exam took made me LATE getting in the shower to get ready for a photo shoot (for our church directory – "fold your arms", "tilt your head"), therefore a few minutes late for our appointment. We made a mad dash home to pay some bills, grab another cup of coffee and now I'm rushing downtown to grab TG and Daniel for the birthday lunch. The original plan was for them to be home for the pics… but you know how original plans go.

I guess FLEXIBLE is the other word of the day.

Hope you're having a wonderful Saturday. I am!