Last Saturday, we took the kids up to Seattle. We went to the Space Needle –
And looked at the amazing view –
And had the most expensive meal we’ve ever eaten –
Then went to the Ballard Locks –
And watched the boats –
It was an absolutely glorious day in the Pacific Northwest.
Well, except for a few periods where we got lost and blamed each other. Apparently being lost in a big city does not bring out the best in Jim and me. Mostly Jim.
I can say with confidence though, that it was all his fault.
Also at some point, Big rubbed his hand or his face all over some disgusting pile of germs. Three days later, he woke up at 5:30 am, announced he didn’t feel good, and coughed all over my eyeballs.
So now we all have the plague or something.