Do you realize we've had 23 weekends already this year. That means 2012 is dangerously teetering on the edge of halfway gone. I'm ok with that though, 2012 has been good to me so far. Only one of those 23 weekends has been bad, and that was the one spent in the children's hospital when we learned of Liv's cancer. 22 out of 23 isn't bad!
Pretty mellow weekend around these parts. Full of furry coons, fast cars and family time. And I loved every bit of it!