Some idiot, and I’m not naming names, but she may be the one typing this–some idiot thought it would be a good idea to go to New Salem today and show the nephews the exciting world of Lincoln.
The heat index in Springfield was 110. And it was not a dry heat. The boys now know what it’s like to march along the sweaty ass-crack of our greatest president.
But here was my proudest moment. We walked up to a garden by one of the houses and I saw coneflowers and lemon balm and I said, “Mom, this must be the doctor’s house!” and it was.
Tiny Cat Pants 