Thank Goodness Its Monday

Friday I worked an hour past and went home to Dad and Steve and 7 others, cooked supper for the masses and spent the rest of the evening outside with Dad.

I suppose we sat up and talked until well past midnight, and I enjoyed every minute of it. Until Saturday morning when I slept two hours later than I intended.

My sister and I put on a shindig for mom's 65th birthday. We had quite the turnout.

After the birthday party Saturday evening I went home completely exhausted and ankles swollen, only to cook again only this time for 16 more people, and kept the grandkids. Sunday morning I set my alarm EARLY and Dad and I got up and drank coffee, watched the horses and he was off to southern Arkansas. I miss him already.