FBR

Family Bike Ride last night. Something always happens. Always.

Not 8 minutes into the ride, two black puppies run out into the road. Joshua and I spend at least 20 minutes knocking on doors and ringing doorbells to find the house from whence they came. A neighbor told us to just "put them in that white house over there." We did even though I had already fallen in love.

Nathan gave his little Burley Buddy a punch in the mouth. Timothy was bleeding and Nathan was crying because he knew he went the right way for a smart bottom.

Both of The Bigs had to go. Real bad. Joshua found some bushes. Sarah had to wait until we found a Port O Potty at the high school.

Sarah wiped out in some gravel and did a number on her knees and elbows. Almost home folks.

Started raining just as we turned onto our street.