This weekend was crazy.
Brian pulled his back compliments of a child that isn't related to anyone in my family.
I had to push him out the door to attend his fantasy football draft with a few neighborhood guy friends.
He is in a lot of pain.
I have enjoyed the quiet.
Football is in town.
With backpain and sober picks for athletes.
My boys are in bed.
The bottle of wine--happily gone.
I am sipping alone.
Small bottle though.
One glass spilled.
The other warm so tossed.
So really threepointfiveglasses-yes I'm alone.
Should I be concerned?
You all know me, how often is this my habit?
Now, I'm going to bed.
Sorry Brian, I know your back must really hurt, and I know you're probably in pain, but I really have to tell you that I'm hoping you don't wake me tonight.
Heal your back so you can be good for your firm tomorrow.
I'll always be waiting for you again.
Even though initiation changes when a guy earns a wife.
Welcome To Crustybeef~
Hectic week, peaceful way to end the weekend.