Sack of Pataters

Y'all, I'm almost done making a book of the blog (at least for the year 2008). Then I can delete that year and keep posting pictures, hooray! :) I am so behind on posts but I refuse to pay for more online photo storage right now. It is just not near as much fun to post on the blog without pictures. This will just be motivating for me to be on the ball and print out pretty books for each year like I have wanted to anyway. Blurb is pretty nice.

What does this have to do with a sack of pataters? Nothing. But, yesterday I (7 mos. pregnant) fell down like a sack of pataters walking across the grass to pick Meadow up from preschool. Luckily, I was kind of early to pick her up so no one saw until I was standing back up and dusting myself off. There was this hole in the ground that was disguised because the grass growing in it was the same length as all of the grass around it so naturally I had to step right in it, twist my ankle, bang my knee and then laugh hysterically. It was the very ungraceful kind of fall where your hair flies in your face and you catch yourself last minute on your hands. It was great comic relief and it wasn't that bad of a sprain, just a little stiff today.