One little buffalo started the day by losing his breakfast. One hour before we all headed out the door for story time at the library. Needless to say, plans changed.
|My sickie on Saturday, before he was a sickie.|
A couple of hours of tv, a a couple of hours napping, and he woke up almost as good as new.
Dale has been trying for days now to grasp the meaning of the phrase "take for granted". I think tomorrow I will tell him I go to bed at night and take it for granted that all will be well the next day, but this night, I didn't! This night I'm going to bed hoping and praying that all (of us) will be well tomorrow!