Seriously.

Yesterday I drove 20 minutes north to pick up a birthday present

and 20 minutes south to get back where I started. 

I was thiiiiiiis close to dropping Robs off at school, when I remembered I'd forgotten lunch.

I whispered to myself:
"You are the World's Best Mother" 

and raced home to make her a peanut butter sandwich. 

We did not have time for jelly. 

Twenty minutes later I drove 30 minutes south to drop off a present, 

and eat pizza.

And then I drove thirty minutes north. 

But then I had to pick up our red car. 

We'd asked a mechanic to resuscitate it and

he was successful (minus the AC).

So I drove 15 minutes east and 15 minutes west.

And then I took pictures of Squísh

and took the pirates to feed the ducks. 

It was cold.

And worth it.

Because one of the ducks had fishing wire wrapped around his leg. 

He was slowly losing his foot- and I couldn't handle it. 

I gave him extra bread and called the authorities when I got home.
Nerd-ish? Yes.

But he was so helpless, and the other ducks were pecking him.

They said they'd be out in a couple weeks. 

Happy Wednesday!