I'm Tard

It is a beautiful, I mean gorgeous, I mean a completely breathtaking day here in Southwest Kansas. Having acknowledged that I must say my brain is mush. My legs feel like jello and I practically can hear my pillow calling out to me. "Terrie you must come here. I am soft, cool and I will hold you". The adolescants of a certain middle school completely wiped me out today until I must dig deep, REAL- deep to tune out that soft pillowy voice.  Thankfully the great outdoors has a louder call. Mal and I are heading out to take in some sunshine and warm air. We are breaking out the bike and the tennie shoes and maybe even a dog leash, ya know, in case Mal has to drag me back. Ha, no, for Abigail of course. Being the sweet, devilish, loving, and wonderfully abnoxious puppy that she is, we must take her along. Right? sigh......yeah right. Ok I'm going. I'm getting up. I'm ready. (Yawn.) "Coming Mal!"