My son hit his first jump shot a couple of days ago and I'm still unreasonably proud of what was basically an accident. I mean, he turns 2 later this month (in about 3 weeks) and it was maybe a 2 1/2 foot shot at most but the fact that we was still in the air when he "shot" it makes me stupid happy.
In other news I have to take my very good girl to the vet this week as she's developed quite the wound on her thigh. She also has a tumor that needs removing, they've already tested it and it's benign. On top of all that her allergies are coming back strong so I'll need something for that as well.
I also ordered a big jar of pickled sausage