Visiting and such

Our trip to see the Matthew-man has been tons of fun thus far.

The Debster and I hit the open road early yesterday morning, and I'm pretty sure it only took about 2 minutes before we got our first dose of excitement.

We stopped at the Country Store because a new day had begun - meaning a new Diet Coke needed to come into my life. Also, I try not to travel without liquid refreshment. As I was pulling The Hoss into the parking lot a large hoopty-esque truck, packed to the gills with male passengers, decided it would be great to try and run into the side of us.

Doesn't that sound scary? You know what was really scary?

Deb screaming at the TOP of her lungs upon hearing me release a small, startled utterance.

I'm pretty sure the reason the hoopty fellows stopped was not because they realized a huge maroon bus was in their way. My guess is they heard the blood curdling screams, thought that a murder was surely occurring somewhere in the vicinity, and they wanted to check it out.

In the end, no Hosses were harmed.

Deb, happy to be alive, was excited to be road-trippin with her child (especially since it was on the way to see her other child).


Her tour guide was also happy. She likes big trucks and she cannot lie.


The trip. How do I describe it? Let's just say Deb and I have a humor all our own when it comes to each other, and it is in it's best form when trapped inside small areas for long periods of time.

We soon arrived at the home of my brother, the patient, who is doing really well after his back surgery. The pain he was having is completely gone and once his incision heals, he should be good as new. He's walking a little slower, but he is already back at work as we speak.

A trooper, he is.

Yesterday, after we visited at Matthew's house for a few minutes, we left to grab some lunch, or as I later renamed it: The time I got to taste the chicken salad they serve in Heaven.

It was then off to run some errands because even though my brother is a Back Surgery Rock Star, he is a BSRS who is not allowed to drive. Good thing we have sisters for these things.

He also can't bend which makes laundry a difficult task. Good things we have mamas for these things. (The sisters are not so much interested).

Home. Lounge. Movie.

Pretty soon it was food time again, so we met up with Matthew girlfriend Larsen, her sister, and her mom for supper.

Larsen my love and her sis Kati who is just a dear.


The Tysons. We also answer to the Whitesons.


After a very enjoyable and laugh-filled meal, we headed back to Matthew's to watch American Idol and call it a night.

Main source of excitement on today's schedule: Meeting Larsen for lunch at my brother's restaurant!

Ketchup

-Sometimes I find myself in the middle of blogging break I didn't know I was taking.

-I have been relatively busy the past few days helping Marsha with some work stuff. Thankfully, it was a lot more productive than last time, and one of my main jobs yesterday was making phone calls to parents in her program. It really took me back to my days working in Child Advocacy when I honed my leaving-messages-on-answering-machines skillz. But, after yesterday I realize they need continued work since (as my family, friends, and the poor souls I called yesterday will tell you) they are not, what one might call, concise.

-Monday night was of course Bachelor night, and The Debster and I took our respective places in the recliners and watched the women tell it all and more. I feel like the Tell All is one of those things in life you have to go through to get to what you really want. One of those experiences where you learn perseverance and strength to make it through to your goal (in this case, the HUGE DRAMATIC finale). Thank you ABC for the life lessons you bestow.

-Last night we had our college girls' Bible study and I am here to proclaim that I currently ADORE Tuesday nights. We are doing the Love Languages for Singles (amongst other topics and enlightening discussions) and can I just say these girls GET IT. They are deep and they are darling and they deserve their own post so I can talk more indepthly my abiding love for them and for what God is doing with this group. But to be clear, I love them.

-Yesterday was February 24th. I was 24 years old. And there were 24 days until my birthday.

-Today is February 25th. I am still 24 years old. And there are 23 days until my birthday.

-Tomorrow is February 26th. And I am a strange person.

-My dear brother had back surgery on Tuesday, and he is doing really well. Mama and I are hitting the road in the morning to go visit him for a few days. FUN TIMES. Not the back surgery part, poor guy - but the part where The Debster, The Hoss, and I get to go see The Prince.

-Tonight is our Bible study with our little Marsha's Mellows. Time for s'more God!

-Happy Wednesday :-)

My blog may explode from the cuteness

Yesterday was a good day.

It was so fun hanging out with the sweet little family I showed pictures of yesterday. If you are wondering who these people are - let me stop you before you scour through the archives trying to find evidence of their previous existence here at jennababe.blogspot.

They're new. (Welcome to my life, sweet G-family!)

(And yes, I love them to pieces already)

One day I will share the story of how God has worked in their lives the few past weeks, but it is a long story (or do I just make it long? hmm, thoughts to ponder...).

I will tell you that it involves the sweeeet-faced boy featured in yesterday's post.


Don't you want to just get your hands on that little booty? I do. And I did.

I have loved getting to know his mama more, and we had a great time yesterday as we hung out, played with the kids, ate Mexican take-out, laughed, and talked the day away.

And if you're wondering if the sentence above describes my "perfect way to spend a day" - let me stop you from scouring the archives here at jennababe.blogspot in a quest to find out.

You're new. (Welcome to my blog, sweet new reader!)

(And yes, I love all of the above activities more than I can express)

I also was able to hang out one-on-one with the pink-lovin Hannah while her mama and bro had to run out for an appointment. Can we discuss how fun it was, after all of my years playing with dirt and bugs and guns, to take part in some GIRLY play?

Oh yeah, baby. We finger painted.


And we watched movies that wouldn't stand a chance in the house of my little men.


Um, yeah. I rest my case...


Don't you just want to get your hands on that pirate's booty? Will does. And he did.

This is a pick of the Will-man from last night. The boys have been out of town (they went to Disney World - be still their hearts!) so I was able to make a trip to their house to attack them with hugs and help their exhausted mama with bath, bed, and adult conversation.

I had the BEST time hearing about all of their adventures, and I just smiled and laughed at those little crazies all night long. I swear they got cuter while they were gone. I could not get enough of them.


Hanging out with a sweet new friend, an infant with the pat-worthy rump, a darling girly girl who wanted to celebrate all things pink, and a visit with the boys who never fail to steal my heart like (as the blonde on says) a "pi-wut from da cawa-bee-yin"...

...oh, what a wonderful Wednesday it twas. :-)

Wednesday goodness

Meet Micah (seen here being effortlessly precious and irresistible).


I'm hanging at his house today with Beth - his very sweet and very proud mama (seen here gazing with love at her little babe).


Also in attendance is Hannah - Beth's very darling and very funny daughter (seen here big-sistering like a champ).


I'd say it's my LUCKY (Wednes)DAY!!

Experience + Knowledge = Consciousness

When I was little I always remember that The Debster had a knack for passing out.

Bloody movie? Gone.

Medical show? Down for the count.

I always knew that all of that stuff bothered me too, but until middle school my face had never unintentionally made friends with the floor, if you know what I mean.

Then came that faithful day in 8th grade Health class.

The bell had barely stopped ringing before the teacher announced that the activity for the day was to tell about an injury or emergency that we had experienced. We were also instructed to give details about the situation, how we reacted, and what first-aid was administered.

And as I watched all the red flags flying through the air, I knew it wasn't going to end well.

Let me just tell you, if someone walked into my classroom (or any room I was in) talking smack like that TODAY - I'd be walking past them headed out the door. Actually, I do that quite often.

I know myself. I know my limits.

I didn't know myself as well back then. And I did not know my limits.

Unfortunately, I was about to get a little more acquainted with them (and the carpet).

It didn't take very long into the discussion of cuts and head injuries and stitches for me to turn to the guy next to me and say, "I think I'm going to pass out." He laughed and thought I was kidding.

I was not laughing, nor was I kidding. As I sat there, I wondered if the feeling I was experiencing was really what it felt like to pass out.

When I woke up on the floor a few moments later (with my feet still in my desk), I pretty much gathered that it was.

All through high school and college I struggled with this issue. I had a few more "episodes" whilst getting shots or having blood drawn. After you eat the floor a few times, you learn to alert medical personnel that it would be in everyone's best interest for them to lay you down before discussing anything that rhymed with "flood" - or before there was any use of instruments rhyming with "beedle."

I also found that my eyes and my hands became automatically drawn to one another during gory movies or shows. They still have a special bond to this day.

As you can probably imagine, this is an extremely inconvenient problem to have, and through the years I have wondered why in the world I have such a hard time. Why couldn't I just be braver when it came to stuff like this?

"Get a hold of yourself, woman!" I would cry out internally.

Then there was that faithful day during my sophomore year of college.

I was sitting in one of my Psychology classes listening to the teacher talk about different phobias. My ears perked up when a familiar scenario started being discussed, and it was then that I heard the words, "Blood-injury-injection phobia" for the first time.

A phobia, as we all know, is basically an excessive fear of an object of situation. But the fear of all things needly and bloody is different because it usually results in fainting - which is uncommon with most phobias. If you are terrified of snakes and one starts slithering up your leg, your heart rate and blood pressure (and the volume of your scream) are all going to rise up like the dawn.

Tis not the case with the ole Blood-injury-injection phobe de la phobe.

When someone has this, their heart rate and blood pressure decrease and less blood and oxygen are sent to the brain. Which is a fancy way of saying, Ba-BAM (floor time).

Oh my word, I thought upon hearing these words and reading about it in my text book. I'm not a wimp! I just have a physiological abnormality! This is the best day ever!

From that one defining day in class, I realized what the problem was and ways to control it. It was the one moment in time that I loved school.

So why am I sharing all this today?

Well, I had a doctor's appointment this morning which involved me having to fight off my blood pressure's tendency to try and get low low low like Shorty.

My sweet, sweet dermatologist came in asked me how I was doing, told me I looked great (aww thanks!), examined me in all my glory, told me I had great legs (so you like the chubby, short variety, do ya?), and went to get her friend The Needle to take care of a spot on my back that looked a little suspicious.

"Let me just stop you right there, my lady," I said as the needle got way to close to my person.

I then reminded her (we have come together on this issue before) that I probably should lay down during this next part of our journey together. She gave me a big hug, allowed me to lay myself down, and went about with her needle-ling.

A few minutes and no face-plants later, I was back in my car heading home.

8th grade Health class gone wrong + College education = A successful Tuesday at the dermatologist!

The random things in my brain

I think I should make Monday Randomness a weekly occurrence. It will help jump start the week and get all of the non-important issues off of my chest so I can move on to the slightly less non-important issues in my life.

1. The red bird still visits me. The other day he flew up to the window WHILE I was using the bathroom and scared the pee out of me. I hear him flutter up to the window and start pecking a couple times a day, and I peak around the corner to watch him frantically looking through the glass. What is he looking for?? I need answers.


Here is the scene of the crime. Big Red actually fluttered up to the window AS I was trying to take this picture, but I was so surprised that I couldn't work fast enough to get him in the shot. I did, however, manage to keep my camera from dropping into the toilet - which was a very real danger for a moment there - as I fumbled around trying to overcome the shock.

2. I laughed out loud this morning when I read this post from Stuff Christians Like about getting your single friends married off. Too funny. And keep up the good work, married friends.

3. I am SO excited about The Bachelor tonight. Deb and I have been convening in the recliners every Monday night, and I feel pretty secure in saying this is our favorite season ever.


4. My computer is still in the hospital, but from what I understand, the prognosis is good. All of my files were saved, and it should be back atop my lap this week. I am very thankful, and I hope to never see this screen again.


5. In honor of President's Day and my new found (yet quickly fleeting) love of history, I watched a show about Abe Lincoln last night on The History Channel. And now I think I have pretty much hit this year's quota for historical documentaries. Now back to my regularly scheduled viewing of The Bachelor, American Idol, and beyond.

Happy Monday!

Weekend Recap

So, I just need to say that I have had kind of an off week.

Honestly, I blame the hormones. Mine seem to have taken a job with the the devil for the past few days and have caused me to temporarily misplace my friendly, happy-go-lucky demeanor with a more subdued, more easily aggravated one.

Where art thou old demeanor?

Thankfully there have been some good happenings over the past few days that are slowly bringing it back into my life.

On Friday night, I got to babysit my two little Valentine's and more importantly, eat their V-Day candy. They shared freely, and I partook freely. I also came to a very vital conclusion that night - the chocolate Nestle hearts with Butterfingers should be put on the food pyramid.

I vote 4-6 servings a day.


The boys were pretty much in a sugar-induced coma, so I gave them a bath and we all resided to the playroom for some TV time before bed.


As you can see, Brannen's tiger also joined us even though both he and Brannen gave me the stink eye for calling him a lion. Wildlife identification has never been my strong suit.

In the spirit of Valentine's Day, can I just say that I adore my boys? I really do. I mean, look at these fellas. They make my heart melt into a puddle of love.


With the Big One, it's the eyes. And the special way he dances in the bath tub when I sing, "OH OH OH Ohhhhhh sweeeeet child of myyyy-eee-iiiinnnnneee."


With the Little One, it's definitely the curls and the grin. I also have a weakness for his signature phrases spoken in his signature south Georgian meets British accent.

This next picture is at a terrible angle for Jenn Jenn and her Chin Chin, but I had to include it.


After I took it, I showed it to Will and he said, "Awww, look Jenn Jenn. My head is on your arm. Dat is SO sweet."

Puddle alert! Clean up on Bean Bag 2.

Saturday was Valentine's Day of course. I am all about a day to celebrate LOVE.


The day started out with a little V-prize from The Debster.


She gave me a sweet card telling me what an awesome daughter I am (although she probably wanted to take it back after experiencing The Wrath of JBabe the past few days). Also included were some adorable pajama pants. You can't really tell, but they have pink hearts on them. I am known well. Thanks, Mama!

Later that day, she and I went to see a movie, which we both thought was VERY cute and enjoyable.


I ended the night watching a documentary about The White House on the Travel Channel because that is what all the very cool people in the world do on V-Day night. I didn't even know I cared about The White House, but after being glued to the TV for 2 hours, I came to the realization that I am a closeted history buff.

And that brings us to Sunday.

I started off the day trying to talk myself out of church, but thankfully I am not very convincing - and I am, of course, very glad I went. I love the church I am going to, mainly because God is ALL UP IN THERE.

Since returning, I have been hanging out with my friend the computer, stopping momentarily to reprise my role as Big Al's personal assistant. He needed me to help him take and email some pictures of him in a suit to the director of the movie he is about be in.


That's right, folks. Big A is working his way up to the Big Time. His latest project involves him starring in a student film being shot in Savannah next week. The man cannot be stopped.

I hereby submit my warning to The Academy.

So, now the weekend is coming to a close. Time to settle down in my new pj pants and scour the channels in search of more documentaries about historical American landmarks.

Hope ya'll had a great one!

"Sick" Day

I am hanging out with the The Will-man today.

He went to the doctor this morning and really would have been fine to go back to school - but when asked if he'd rather hang out with The Jenn Jenn than go back to dumb ole escuela, well, I think the face says it all...


He is currently taking a nap, but before that we were living it up bubble-blowing style. Really, I find that there are not many things in this world more entertaining than a child and some bubbles. On a trampoline no less. Excitement levels reach to the sky, I assure you.

Now for a little Bubble Tutorial brought to you by the cutest 3 year-old boy I have ever come across...


"Jenn Jenn, this is a container of bubbles. Please watch carefully because I don't have all day to show you how to operate these things."


"First, you take this little bubble blower do-hickey and you dip it in this yellow thing. Get a lot on there because you want a lot of bubbles to come out. That is your primary goal. Reach for the stars on this, Jenn, it's worth it. Ok, so make sure you get the bubble stuff in the hole otherwise you might as well go play with mud or something because all is lost on the bubble front for you. Trust me - I made that mistake a lot when I was 2."


"Ok. The next thing I am going to show you is extremely important, so please put the camera down and listen for once. Take the do-hickey and blow gently. GENTLY WOMAN! I'm just letting you know that if you do this part with too much force you will live a bubble-less life. I know that's harsh, but I just want to be honest with you. If you feel like you might cry from the pressure just take a look at my precious blonde hair and my big brown eyes. They work wonders at making people happy."


"HA HAAAA! Did you see how many bubbles came out of that thing?? Wow. Cute, smart, and a champion bubble blower - I feel that I am a triple threat amongst the 3 year-olds in my inner circle."


The Jenn Jenn agrees. :-)

Monday and such

Because I don't ever want to go too long without a random list...

1. First off, my bucket and I would just like to say thank you for all the sweet and funny comments about my last post. They made (or should I say "maid") us laugh heartily. We do what we can to make life fun around here - even if it means setting the timer on your camera to take a picture of yourself right before you clean little boy tee-tee off of a toilet seat.

I do want to say, just for keeping-it-real posterity, that I do not smile and love life all day, every day. I do love me some life, but chances are I was not smiling when I was cleaning said tee-tee off of said toilet seat. And I was really not smiling when, upon returning home from cleaning, I accidentally locked my keys in my car - which later caused me to forfeit 3/4 of my day's earnings to have someone come rescue them from my vehicle. I know! Sad.

2. I had a GREAT weekend. Amazing, actually. I got to see God work in a big way for some friends on Saturday, and was able to be apart of something else on Sunday that just warmed my heart. Posts to come soon.

3. My laptop is fighting for it's life right now. After months and months of having it's owner neglect the fact that it had extremely low disk space, it finally had enough and conked out. I was in the middle of computing one day last week, and all of a sudden I was staring at the dreaded "blue screen." No amount of re-starting could persuade it to come back to life. I have been in contact with it's doctor at the computer hospital today, and they are doing what they can. C'mon Dr. Tony!

4. I was eating supper with my friend Marsha the other night and had a dramatic, life-deciphering outburst.

"Oh my word! Seriously, what am I going to do with my life?" I cried.

"You just need to pray with expectation. Pray and ask God to give you a clear sign." She said calmly (she is used to me).

"I know, but I feel like I already do that. What I'm saying is - maybe He gave it to me and I missed it."

"Well...ask him if He'd mind running it by you again." She said causing us both to bust out laughing.

I have my pen and paper ready this time, Lord. :-)

5. A few days ago, I was in my room and I heard a loud tapping on my second-story bathroom window. Freaked out, I walked around the corner to see a big, fat red bird looking in. It basically scared me to death as it quickly flew away. This morning, I heard the same tapping and slowly peeked my head around to see the same bird! I just thought this was so strange and wondered if there was some deep spiritual meaning as to why this bird was trying to watch me use the bathroom. So, naturally, I looked up "meaning of red bird at window" on Google.

The results were as follows: "You have too much time on your hands."

So with that thought, I am off to try and be productive. Hope Monday is treating ya'll well!

Clocked in

Just enjoying another day at the office...

See ya'll at the water cooler when we go on break!


Happy Friday! :-)

Between the trees

The first night we had the high school gals over for Bible study, we made s'mores. I can't remember how it came about, although I have a faint recollection that one of the girls came up with the idea. It just so happened that Marsha had a s'mores maker because, really, what is life if you can't pretend you are camping in the comfort of your own kitchen?

At the conclusion of that first night, we all sat around the fire (Sterno can) and chatted about one very important issue that we had not yet covered.

What was the name of our group was going to be?

(How are we supposed to make t-shirts if we don't have a name, I ask you?)

After a few minutes, we, with our sticky hand and faces, had come up with it.

Introducing...Marsha's Mellows


Our tagline? We want S'MORE GOD.

Last night we met and discussed that wonderful God we all want s'more of. We watched a video by Rob Bell that talked about this and gave the illustration of living life "between the trees." The first tree being the beginning (Garden of Eden) and the second being the end (Revelation). What about the middle?

We talked about what our lives look like in between those two points and how we can take who we are (who God made us to be) and live for God right now.

I'm sorry, is this a Bible study for the girls or for me? Because I think I just got God-tapped.

As in, "(Tap, tap). Listen up, woman. Love, God."

Marsha handed out some paper and colored pencils and had us draw two trees. In the middle, we wrote words that described who we are right now.





After we all finished, we read them out loud and talked s'more about how to use the qualities, talents, and attributes that God strategically gave us - and how to really make a difference for Him in our small little blip of time between the trees.

And then, of course, it was time for s'more s'mores.

Fun days in the land

Yesterday was a mix of productivity, family visitation, Bible study preparation, and friend hangout-ation.

It all began in Deb's office. I stopped by to say hello and chat because I had been up, showered, and crossing things off my list for a while that morning. And really, I had done just about all I could do for one day.

Thus leaving me bored with nowhere to turn.

So I took a trip to visit The Debster at her office where the fun never stops.


Mama was working hard, although I always make it a point while I am there to get her in the mode of hardly working. Causing others to be non-productive is a true gift, and I take my responsibility in that very seriously.


I was happy to see that the V-day decorations have found their way onto my mother's desk for yet another year. Once Halloween hits I am always excited to see the seasonal decorations that Deb will come up with. Thanksgiving, Christmas, Winter Theme (to fill the holiday lull until Feb), Valentines Day, St. Patrick's Day, Easter...the list goes on. For Deb, no holiday is too small for a few decorative touches.

This year's Valentine stuff is cute AND delicious (I know from personal experience).


Here's another candy basket (in it's place of honor by the family photo). I have a feeling that was strategic placement seeing as the basket is full of Sweet Tart's sweethearts. Awwwww. Love is in the air, people.


Hanging at Deb's work is fun. I really should get myself an office one of these days.


After I left Deb's, I headed over to Marsha's to get ready for our Tuesday night Bible study.


On Wednesdays we lead some high school girls, which is interesting beyond words, but we have a new thing going on Tuesday. A group of college girls at church all wanted to get together and do a study/have fellowship/deepen their relationship with Jesus, so Marsha has stepped in and is now teaching a study. And it's one that I am REALLY excited to also being a part of.


I heart the Love Languages. Thank you Gary Chapman for realizing that the singles want to share the love, too! I retook the test and my scores were as follows: #1. Quality Time #2. A tie between Physical Touch and Gifts #3. Telling long and pointless stories.

Marlee and I were laughing because we think being single is just HIGH-LARIOUS.



Jake (my favorite) was also there hanging out. He was doing his homework, and I was helping him because who better to help you then the girl who just graduated 6th grade??? It is all still so fresh.


When, what to my wondering eyes should appear? But a giant teenager...


...and one tiny Mar-dear.


That's Marlee's friend Paul, by the way. We love him, and after Bible study it was off to his high-school basketball game to cheer him and the team on/have my ear bleed from all the crazy parents' yelling.

I'm sorry, did you say something? I lost hearing in my right ear last night when one of the moms beside me repeatedly screamed for the team to "SETTLE DOWN!"

Sometimes the hardest advice for us to take is our own.

The game really was awesome, and I actually do appreciate some good ole sports-induced hollering and enthusiasm. Big Al is my father for goodness sakes.


Sadly, their team lost, but it was still fun and I still got to make googly eyes at Marsha's new camera lens (which I'm pretty sure is worth more than my life).


Here she is taking a picture of the tonsils of a hollering parent on the other side of the court, which came out crystal clear. I realized in that moment that my new love language just might be people giving me their new camera equipment.

And how fitting that Valentine's day is just around the corner.

Tales from an underwhelming weekend

I had a very relaxing, some might say boring, weekend. I needed a break after my big work day last week. Ha ha hee hee ho ho.

On Friday, I got a wild hair to go rent some movies. I know, I'm just crazy like that.

I rented...


I ended up watching The Traveling Pants that night and thought it was pretty cute. I still have issues with the fact that one pair of jeans could fit all 4 girls, but I know, I know - it is just a movie. I'm learning to accept it.

I still haven't watched the other movies, because once Saturday rolled around, I did just about one thing, and one thing only.


I think one of life's little joys is a Saturday marathon on Bravo. Sometimes it's Top Chef, sometimes it's America's Next Top Model, sometimes it's that crazy show where they do wild hair - but it is always a thrill. I was really excited because I have been missing Top Chef due to Bible Study on Wednesdays, and this was a great way to catch up since I live a cave woman existence with no DVR/Tivo apparatuses (apparati?).

And I know you wish you had my TV from 7th grade that is going strong even thought it needs adaptors to hook up any type of DVD player - but please don't be jealous of my low tech-ness.

Ok, let's see, where was I in the thrilling account of my weekend? Ah, yes. I was watching TV...

After I watched TV, I watched a little more and then went to bed.

Sunday I got up at 9:45 and started getting ready for church. The church I go to has a 11:30 service. Doesn't that make you want to move here and go to church with me? I adore this church and would go even if the only service they had was at 6:00 am. But let the people rejoice that this is not the case.

After a great morning at church, I went to eat lunch with Marsha and the fam and then came home, hung out, and then enjoyed some time in the kitchen with Big Al and The Debster while we waited for the Super Bowl to commence. And yes, Al and Deb are still alive and well even though they have not appeared on the blog as of late. I will have to get some photographic proof they are around and about later this week. Perhaps an exciting shot of Mama while we watch The Bachelor tomorrow night?? Fingers crossed!

It was nice to have a kind of low key, relaxed weekend because I have an big agenda for the coming week. There are a lot of things that I need to get accomplished, and a master list has already been made.

It's about to get serious around here, folks. I don't make lists lightly.

Hope ya'll had a great weekend and a wonderful week ahead!