I didn't get much sleep Wednesday night, mowed all day and wore new shoes to work. Add all that together and you have a tired man with sore feet. I'm driving home and Ferg ask if I'm up for a road trip. His mother-in-law bought a display TV and the remote was the wrong remote.
I come home, give Wyatt a bath and rock Garrett till he fell asleep in my arms.
I get dressed as Ferg is waiting for me in the driveway and off to Wal-Mart we go.
Now if you know Ferg and I - nothing takes "just a few min's" - why our wives decided to let us go to Wal-Mart at 10:30pm is besides me. Three hours later, we are on our way home.
Oh there is nothing like a good road trip. =)
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