A whole post of "Did I Ever Tell You?"s.

Did I ever mention that one evening in June, Morg somehow fell off the side of the "big boy slide" at the park and landed straight on his wrist, which landed us at the quick care clinic at 9pm on a Tuesday night, with a screaming boy and a waiting room full of waiting sick people? He cried and cried (which is so unlike him) and by the time we had a bad bruise (not broken!) diagnosis, had his little arm wrapped up, drove home and got him to bed, I thought the whole ordeal had aged me ten years. I had to try so hard not to bawl my eyes out right along with him. It broke my heart! Heaven help me in the years to come of raising active boys.

Did I ever tell you how a few weeks ago, I was trying to jog up our hill and my neighbor stopped me to ask me if I was pregnant. Out of breath, I said, "Oh, not that I know of!" She then replied (no joke), "Oh, because you just look like you're pregnant. So, why are you jogging?" (Really?!) Probably because I look like I'm pregnant. I want to moooooooove. Badly. 

Do you know how out of control our garden is? It's like a super garden, especially my tomato plants. Out of control. Mr. Keller and I don't even like tomatoes! And who plants four different kinds of pumpkins in the same garden box as squash, jalapenos and bell peppers? The same girl who dug small holes, dumped the entire seed packets in one spot and then covered it all up. My garden is a mere jungle. That's what happens when your mother doesn't come help you plant. Think I paid any attention all the years before? No. Come visit our jungle.

In other news, remember last week when I said Sugar had trimmed down? He's gotten taller, for sure, but I think he had lost some weight from being sick the week before. He's plumped back up again and I'm so glad! I wasn't ready to say goodbye to his little baby pudgies. I nibble on them daily.

Also, date night was good. Our waiter was weird and our movie ended up being cancelled, but Mr. Keller surprised me by ordering his steak medium well-done so as not to gross me out, his hot date wife who can't handle red anything. (Even my burgers I order burnt.) Wasn't that sort of sweet? He did it willingly, too. I didn't even ask him to! It also rained the whole evening and I had to refrain from dancing in the parking lot and jumping in puddles. Have I told you, I love summer rain?

I do.

And Mr. Keller. And his first-born clone, and even the fat little hobbit who has been procrastinating a nap in his crib for over an hour.

It's monday. And I'm not dressed. And yesterday's make up is still on. That's all I have to say.