... some days, the words just aren't there. Today is one of those days for me... it's been one of those days for several days.
Confession? Today’s post is a hurry-up job that I’m only starting at 6:59 this morning, when normally, I’ve got my WW blog ready to go a few days in advance. I’d like to be clever or funny or wise, but I don’t think that’s going to happen this time. Honestly, the words simply aren’t here right now. Wranglers, it’s been a tough few days, full of raw and creativity-draining emotions. I’ve been smacked in the face with my sister’s death and frankly, I’m having a tough time with it.
So today, you get Grandboy at his three-year-old silliest. Son has been dying to see the kid with a mustache since he was born (facial hair is thing in our family--it's a long story that's just as silly as this picture) and so, Saturday, at the zoo, he let a face painter do the job for him. How is it that, even looking pretty darn silly, this kid is still adorable?
Enjoy… and I promise to be back in full form again next Tuesday…