So, the announcement hit my email box about the next snowshoeing, uh, adventure. It’s March 2. Not too far away (not enough time to get whipped into shape) and yet here I sit actually trying to decide if I should sign up or not.
I need my head examined.
I laughed out loud when reading about taking Kaitlyn to the doctor and pharmacy. I smiled at the thought of Bill cutting his own hair (believe it or not, just two days ago Bobby asked me to be sure the line on the back of his hair was straight across, and I said if it wasn’t, there was nothing I could do about it, because after all nobody cuts their own hair or anyone else’s hair unless they are a pro). And the snowshoe experience may get easier with time.