When it rains, it pours... literally (somewhat). When Timmy woke up this morning, I had every intention of taking him for a nice, early morning walk after breakfast- something to get Timmy in a good mood, too. When we opened up the windows, though, it was pouring outside. A little bit of rain we can brave, but too much means too miserable. So we ate breakfast instead. Near the end of breakfast, while Timmy was self-feeding his peach chunks, Daddy accidently snagged Mommy's glass perfume oil bottle with his sleeve and it shattered on the ground. Worse than having to clean up perfume oil and shards of glass from the far corners of the dining room while Timmy is screaming and throwing peach chunks into the aforementioned pool of oil, now Daddy gets to explain where this souvineir from Egypt disappeared to.
Today is also the day Daddy and Timmy go into Bad Kissingen to the Opel dealership to get the Truck towed and fixed. Add that to a trip to the vet to get Greta's stiches out and the normal wear and tear of the day, and it'll be an early bedtime tonight.
Today is also the day Daddy and Timmy go into Bad Kissingen to the Opel dealership to get the Truck towed and fixed. Add that to a trip to the vet to get Greta's stiches out and the normal wear and tear of the day, and it'll be an early bedtime tonight.
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