|I really didn't think that one through
||[Aug. 6th, 2012|09:52 pm]
A couple of weeks ago, Husband and I went to San Antonio for the weekend. While we were there, we looked for souvenirs for the kids. We looked for souvenirs for the kids because I bought them souvenirs once a gazillion years ago and now feel guilty if I go on a trip and come home empty handed.|
For some reason, I was having a hard time finding something for The Boy. Nothing seemed quite right, until I found a bullwhip. It was perfect.
Except now the living room ceiling looks like this: