This weekend we attended a 'Wild West' birthday party that was super fun.
I was excited as I got to 'fix' Claire's hair
(normally she wants it 'down' with nothing in it)
we don't tend to roll too 'western-y' in our family
but by some miracle there were pink boots
in my house that were the right size!
(I seriously don't know who these belong to...
maybe a hand-me-down? If they're yours, let me know!)
Claire got a bit high on corn
(I'm KIDDING - just thought this was a hilarious photo)
And what's a party without a mustache photo-op?!?!
(we actually had a 'family portrait' done with us wearing the mustaches, but if I'm being honest, Claire looked cute, I looked like the guy on the Pringles can, and Bob looked like he belonged in jail. So I decided to pass on posting that one.)
I understand that you've been under some pretty severe conditions these past few weeks, but I really can't have you giving out on me right now. The shooting muscle pain that made me gasp and cradle my left arm is coming at a really inconvenient time as I have 85 more Daisy Blooms to make before I can call it a day. And then to make that shooting pain turn into a constant throb was cruel and down right rude.
I've given you some ibuprofen and rubbed on some Theragesic, but I can only afford to take 7 more minutes of 'break time' before I have to get back to work.
So please be patient with me, as I only need 3 more hours of your time. (and then I'll start gluing the 1000 clips that I still have left to do)