Willow and I took Soph to school, and then we came back home. Ugh. I grabbed my cell phone, some lip balm (why do I hate that word?) and the camera, and we walked over to the park. It’s gorgeous here.
By the time we came back, it smelled not quite so bad. I’m sure we wouldn’t have gone to the park otherwise, because I have so much to do. I’m not saying I’m glad about the lizard barf — I’m just recognizing the goodness that came from it. Or, as a result of its total horribleness.