I don’t know…it’s hot. My brain is melting.
In other news, Mom and Dad have gone to London to visit my brother.
Rob stubbed his toe, while wearing slippers, on our front steps and is now shy a toenail. I’ll spare you the details.
We carried our yard sale things down to the Celsi’s. Speaking of which, I have to get up early tomorrow.
Doesn’t the knowledge that he is shy a toenail count as a detail?
But I didn’t mention the cursing, the way the toe looked or…