So tired.

These late nights are catching up to me, especially when you throw in the daily stress....like when your husband comes to you with half of his thumb laying over his knuckle because he somehow managed to electricute (o?) himself. Thirteen stitches and 4.5 hours or so later, we finally made it home from the ER, just in time to see American Idol go off. Grrrrr. That photo up there is Carter and his adventurous and stubborn pal, Eggs. Isn't this a great photo? I'm too tired to write tonight; my eyeballs are crossing, so I'm going to bed. :)