I don't want to go to work. Not because there's something I want to avoid or because I hate someone there, simply because I enjoy spending time with my family and would rather extend that fun we call the weekend then end it by going to work and tending someone else's kids. Also, I'd like to be independently wealthy. Oh, and I'm lazy, I don't really want to leave the house until I have gotten my allotment of caffeine squeezed into my veins.
We had a good weekend. It was too short, as usual. We went to the park on Saturday. While there I took pictures. I know, hard to believe I would drag that thing out, huh? I did manage to make a slightly more complicated photo of multiple Chloes. Please, tell me what you think. I hope that next time she will not simply follow the same path as twenty-seven times before. Oh, well, that's the hazard of shooting 2 year-olds.