Needles Needles & More Needles

Nice backyards come with a price. That price...yard work. Ugh! One of my least favorite things to do on the weekend. With Ken's wedding and Tim's upcoming surgery, it's going to be a busy next couple of weeks. Plus it's been so windy, it made no sense to pick up needles when more are left to fall. Today I rounded up the workers. Afterwards we each put on our Super Bowl Champion hats and posed while Jeff took our picture. Hoosiers ain't losers no more!

Last night we were eating pizza over at mom and dad's. Everyone was chewing but everyone wasn't swallowing. Tim was spitting his out in a napkin. He just wanted to taste it. It truly broke my heart. What I wouldn't give for him to be able to eat a hamburger, fries and a big chocolate shake. Mom [always positive] said that chewing might get things going. Well, this morning when we woke up, that's just what had happened. I'll leave the details to your imagination. Let's just say there may be a burger in Tim's future after all. Maybe not today but some day. I hope.