Today...

Today, I complained about my sore leg until I dropped Hubs off at the hospital this morning.

I knew once he was there, my complaining about some bruising from moving the old furniture out yesterday would seem frivolous.

But, here is a nice shot of my bruised leg (knee to hip).

(I was sitting down and snapped the pic that way and you can also see part of the only tattoo I have - my gargoyle).


Here is Hubs, resting on the new couch after his vasectomy and not wanting to be photographed...

And here is Baby Girl, relishing in the fact that - much like the Highlander -- thanks to her Dad's procedure this morning, there will be no more babies of our union so -- there can be only ONE. ;)