I hate looking at my blog because it's getting close to a year since my last post.

I'm too busy to blog. But I have lots to say. So I'll commit.

So did you hear Fred broke his leg? Yeah. He broke it out at Glamis Sand Dunes. Going slow, a freak accident. Broke his leg, sprained his ankle and dislocated his foot actually. Gross. He broke that little bone right between the top screw and the second long screw. They operated on him on St. Patrick's Day. Poor baby.

But some leprechauns named Jill and Kimberly came to our house while we were at the hospital and filled our crockpot full of corned beef and cabbage! And left the most delicious rye bread for us also. And yellow tulips. It was a nice surprise. Fred ate it but he doesn't remember. He remembers the tulips, though.

Tomorrow he is having another surgery to remove the long screw. The doctor wants to take it out because it'll make the two bones in his leg flex better, should something like this happen again. After the surgery he can put his weight on his leg. It's been 8 weeks.

So do you think we'll get tamales or enchiladas? mmmm.

Ok. Posted. Good girl.