they rested. At least that’s the plan. We’re not good resters.
We’re sitting comfortably at our new friend Jim and Sandi Faulk’s house in San Antonio. Gabe is sacked out on the couch with Ava and Nina watching Ratatouille (and I must have spelled that right, because there’s no red line).
I’m wiped, so this is gonna be short. Sandi isn’t here, and we’re not going to get to meet her! She had to fly to California unexpectedly about an hour before we got here. How sad can you get?? I know God works all things together for good, so we’ll see what He does with this one. But what a bummer! Her home is so beautiful. Antique signs everywhere. Old words. Is there anything better? I’m in love.
There are six miniature dachsunds here, and the girls are in heaven. Dolly, Daisy, Reese, BC, Matilda, and I forget the last one. Grumpy? Doc? They’re hoping and praying Jim will let them sleep with some of the dogs.
The girls went swimming tonight. Jim thought they were crazy. Apparently this is too cold for Texans, but my girls have Ohio blood. They had a blast.
We had an awesome day at Sea World, but we’re beat. We met up with Kimberly, a blog friend from San Antonio. She sent me a tweet and found us at the Sea Lion show. We spent the rest of the afternoon with her. Too fun!
I’ll link to Sandi and Kimberly soon. I can hardly type right now. And Nina is begging me to let her go to bed. (she just laid face down on the tile floor)
We’re not sure yet what we want to do on our day off. I know one thing. I’m not getting up at 5:30.
Headed to bed. Night, y’all!