Sure enough, Peter and I both woke up feeling pretty puny this morning. He's congested, I'm congested and it was a struggle to get out of bed. After giving Petie his bottle, I put him in bed with me and it wasn't two seconds before he'd manuevered himself in such a way that he could kick his dad and bang his head against my arm at the same time. In short order, he had most of the bed to himself. Time to get up.
I've finally got all my presents wrapped and I'm hoping we can drive around to look at Christmas lights tonight. We'll see how we all feel.
In other news, Clint bought a new mower. My dad had suggested that the end of the year was a great time to buy a mower and less than 24 hours later, Clint had picked the one he wanted. It's a Dixie Chopper, zero turn mower and it was marked down 35%. Clint was surprised when I gave him the okay to buy it, but we need a new mower and I want him to get something he can use for a few decades (like the ol' Yazoo) rather than something that he'll need to replace in five years. Since our yard is so big, too, a zero-turn will make it go much faster. Happy Christmas/Birthday/Anniversary/Father's Day Clint.
My purge today is a shirt I'd bought for my Grandma. Turns out, it's see-through. Yikes.
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