It's been days now, and I passed by the bag of Pita Chips on my counter and sighed. I decided to give it another go, practically dismembering my Windex-coated hand. With a concentrated breathing technique and closed eyes I twisted that thing right off, well, thing is that I imagined it so vividly in my mind and thought I'd slid it right off and opened my eyes to see it hadn't even BUDGED. But I focused even harder and long story short it's off. I am not sure if my finger will always be this misshapen? And that skin will grow back. But all is well.
Last night we took the kids to dinner. I truly do enjoy going out to eat, all six of us. Only, in this diner we didn't fit anywhere and had to take up two booths. And look how sweet Carter & Gray are.
Of course this was the very next shot. (Thankfully moments earlier I confiscated his knife.)