Stitches in your tongue, by the way, are not any more fun than stitches in your leg.

We are back in California after two weeks in Minnesota and Wisconsin.  I imported over 1,000 pictures into the computer last night, and I had already deleted a bunch of them while we were away.

There is a massive picture post coming.

I can't currently talk very well due to the tongue situation.  We are trying to find a new couch since ours was picked up today for return (finally, I am done with that disaster!).  We told Bug that I couldn't talk, and that she needed to stop obsessing over why I wasn't answering her incessant questioning.

Then, in Macy's:

Bug: "Dad.  DAD!  Mom talked to me," as if she were so much more special than him (maybe, yes?)
Matt: "Oh really?"
Bug: "Yes, she talked to me!"
Matt: "What did she say to you?"
Bug: "Mmm-hmm."

My brain has been trying to pick a favorite the last two weeks: Midwest or California?  Keeping me up at night, literally.