Another beautiful weekend following a ho-hum week. My poor wife took the red-eye from LA on Thursday night, only to get to the airport at 6:00 on Friday morning to discover a car with a dead battery. I was already on my way to work, so I turned around to do something. Anything.
Did I mention that it was "my" car that had the dead battery? Felt a little responsible, I did.
Got everyone home safe and sound with the help of the Kid's godmother and drove to grandma's house for her birthday weekend. A good time was had by all, I'd say.
"Excuse me, but I can't seem to find my yak. Have you seen him?"