Feb 9, 2009

Versailles for an achy husband (and me, too)

Husband played touch football with Jeff (big dad), Austin (little son), Grant (littler son of Jeff), and Gannon (littlest son of Jeff). Touch apparently turned into tackle and while we will not place blame...it was a little much. Husband was so sore the next day he had to take Motrin with his...

Versailles chicken! We went to a baby shower that I was too uncomfortable to eat at (this happens often) so we stopped to pick up our old addiction. It is so good and so not good for our health.


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