The End

I'm planning a Father's Day post, but today my whole self from my toes to the innerds of my brain are plumb tired. And without toes or brain I don't feel I can adequately express myself. The only real thought my mind can produce is, "I want to have this baby. I want to have this baby." Trust me, I'm a real conversational joy right now. But Happy Father's Day to my Dad, who I love, respect and admire and my husband who let me sleep in today. At least the Relief Society made him some pie so the day wasn't a complete loss. "The end," says my tired toes and brain.