It's late here in Iowa. Husband's in shower, kids on computers; world's shutting down. Should be 50ish tomorrow - Thank God. 50 is my new freakin heat wave.
As my husband mumbled this morning about being tired, I asked him whether he would prefer feeding animals and raking 10 acres the next year or pack a cooler and launch the sailboat on weekends. He never answered, but he did get out of bed. I love my husband.
My kids were all happy today, we took a load of junk to the dump and the girls fed the chickens and gathered eggs. Dillon worked on his car some and another motor he hopes to make into a go-cart. Always on a project. He gets that from me. I love my kids.
Dallas is moving to Phoenix. I'm glad he's moving forward; I miss him. He says he will come in May for his brother's graduation - I hope he keeps his word. I love Dallas.
Well, I'm crashing dear, public diary. This is weird.
