...for baby leif.
it's sunday.
(we've ran every errand possible)
(we've baked a second fresh bunch of monster cookies)
(we are getting restless inside)
SO..........mr. leif plays tennis in the garage.
against the garage door.
because i tell him i can't play, i might pull every muscle in my body.
that would not be good.
and i watch.
dodging the tennis balls.
bahaaaa! you are a crack up! keep dodging those tennis balls gurrrrrrl. i can see it now. i seriously lol'd. ewww, that sounds like throw up if you just say it staight up, "lold." BAH! now i'm cracking myself up.
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