So tomorrow’s baptism day at the Bledsoes…so today is cleaning day at the Bledsoes!!

I don’t really need to say more than that…I don’t really have time to say more than that. It’s like my own version of a triathlon - with events including: underwater toilet scrubbing, microwave/fridge “crime scene” investigation, and the ever popular obstacle course race through the boys’ room!…seriously! (Just kidding Amanda and Jacklynn - ya’ll are still my triathlete heroes!)

So there you go…and there you are (I say this a lot and have no clue why - mainly to Byron - mainly if I’m aggravated…not at him, of course…just the situation - I say, “Well, there you go…and there you are!” proudly as if I’ve resolved some big mystery)…

…but I digress (mainly because this blog is keeping me safe inside the walls of La La Land and out of the badlands of triathlon hell).

And since I’m on the subject of TORTURE, check out what I’m supposed to order for the herniated discs in my neck HERE - I know, right?…eww!!!!

But, I’m digressing…again. I feel a big fat whine coming on…

Peace out.