Good gravy, has it really been a month since I posted last? Well, no wonder my written journal has gone the way of the dinosaurs. Time is plotting against me and the days disappear faster than I can keep track of them. It's cruel really.
Anyway, I'm much too full to write much or be excessively creative/funny/witty. I made Chipotle Chicken Tacos for dinner again, tweaking the sauce recipe this time, and they were even MORE yummy. I think I ate 4. Or 5. I lost count. My dad came over for dinner and he ate 5 too, so I guess he liked them. Along with dos cervesas, the tacos are plotting in my belly to send me into a food coma, but in an attempt to stay upright and conscious until my children are in bed at least, I decided to plunk my butt in front of the computer.
Ok, so this post was interrupted by my search for Sam in the woods after hearing crying off in the distance. The Neighbor and I searched around, hollering, until we could see the kids coming thru the brush. As Sam got closer, I saw blood on his bottom lip, shin and smeared on his neck. Long story short, he had one of his arrows in his mouth, probably tripped on the stairs he was going up (in a neighbor's yard too far from home) and it busted and jabbed him in the lip and top of the mouth. Hence the blood. After closer inspection, he's okay. And the kids all got a lecture in straying too far from home and the inherent dangers.
Until next time...who knows when that'll be...
