So James drove us home from Wasilla, our baby girl has a tight tummy and has been inconsolable the whole ride back. I get out of the passenger side once we get home and hear air blowing out of our rear tire. So I tell James our tire might have blown, meanwhile Kimber is still screaming in her car seat. He walks around the front of the car, slips on the ice and luckily tucks his arms in so he doesnt catch himself in his newly operated on shoulder. That, in turn, left his face slamming into the ice. - So James is recuperating after he rolled onto his back, still laying on the ground, Im trying to get this rock out of the punctured tire, and Kimber is still screaming. I want a beer... I need a beer but I have to calm this gassy baby down... I just want to dope up my hubby, cuddle him and Kimber and go to bed.
Posted on: Sat, 17 Jan 2015 05:45:06 +0000
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