As I was fighting pre-Thanksgiving traffic on IH-35 on my way home from Ella's rock climbing practice, I was beginning to panic about what to post today. I have several things swimming around in my brain, but I haven't been able to sit down today to actually write them out. Elizabeth is sick, and all she wants to do is cling to me. Plus I had a two-hour meeting for a work project that sucked up all of my "extra" time today.
So imagine my joy when I got home and found the following in my in-box, courtesy of Runnerdude, also known as The Dad. Thanks, Dad, you saved the day with silliness. I laughed the whole way through, as did the big girls, but they didn't get the humor on the same level as I did.
It's a little slow through the first 90 seconds, but then things pick up.