I had every intention of posting my Fourth of July pictures early last week. That was until it became a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad week.
Well, maybe I'm being a little dramatic. But still, my week was no fun. No fun at all.
- David and I got home pretty late Monday after dropping Tracie and Neil off at their place in Des Moines. It had already been a long weekend and that made it longer. That last hour before we got into Lincoln was torture. Pure torture.
- I woke up sick Tuesday. All plugged up and scratchy. Fun. I stayed that way for the rest of the week.
- I got sunburned over the long, holiday weekend.
- My head - where I part my hair - got sunburned, too. It started peeling in the middle of the week and it made me look like I had some nasty dandruff. Ugh.
- Work came through the door faster than I could finish it. I still have 5,758,392 press releases to write.
- David left on another work trip Sunday morning.
- Please see no. 6.
- I had a doctor's appointment Saturday. I would rather do almost anything than go to the doctor.
- The apartment was a disaster for most of the week because I was too tired and sick to clean it up.
- After a nearly two-year hiatus, I had to put up a rack load of hay because we thought it was going to rain. I'm not really sure if it ended up raining or not - the sweat running down my face made it hard to tell the difference.
- Fireworks sucked.
- So did the mosquitoes.
In all seriousness, though, there were some high points.
- Family. I got to see a lot of them.
- The 4-H Horse Show was going on while I was home and it was way fun to catch up with so many people I hadn't seen in a long time.
- I got 3rd in the alumni class at the horse show.
- My endocrinologist told me I kicked my diabetes' ass because my A1C went down again. Because I'm awesome.
- I love my husband.
So, anyway. That's the scoop. And, here's the photographic evidence:
Geez, Creepy McCreeperton...
I cannot wait to have children with this man.