

And then on Sunday we laid out on Lake Michigan.
Edited: Oops! Forgot to mention my major clutz moment. Now, normally, as most of you know, it's mom that's always tripping over concrete and falling off trolley cars, but apparently it was my turn. Today (Sunday) we were shopping and as we were walking down the sidewalk to get something to eat I tripped on a ridge in the sidewalk and just went down. I hit it hard and didn't have time to catch myself w/ my other foot so I think it went something like my knee hit first then both my wrists (and the sore one is none too happy about that) and then I rolled to help distribute the impact. There was absolutely nothing going through my mind except "Oh Crap", so I can't say I had the presence of mind to roll, I just kind of did it. But me and Mom agree that that probably saved me from some bad injuries like a broken wrist or hitting the concrete with my face. So really I just have a skinned elbow, a badly bruised knee, and a scrape on my foot and probably a dozen bruises. Tada!!!