Monday came and went and I had it pretty easy. Especially compared to Jerilyn!
The cousin I ate matches with, dug out of a post hole with a spoon, and hauled through town for at least a bajillion laps while eating Doritos, had surgery on her finger yesterday. Bone spurs (because she’s old — her words not mine) that required surgery took a 6-hour bite out of Monday.
When Jerilyn asked that I take her for surgery because the grinding required general anesthesia, she thought Katie had to work. Last minute, Katie decided someone simply had to be in charge of selfies and found a way to be there too.