Here I sit….
I’m so rusty at this. I want to tell you all about my decision to have a hysterectomy, why my dad has been living with us the past few months, all the cute and funny and amazing things my kids have done, and profess my love for my dh who has decided to coach both boys’ soccer teams, but I just sit here in bed in a narcotic-induced stupor. It probably isn’t a good thing to blog under the influence, so I’ll stop.
