Freaky Friday

Okay, it wasn't really freaky but it is Friday.
Yesterday I danced myself silly at Ron's Scottish dance class. May have danced a little too much, but no worries, all is well. All the girls from class chipped in and sent money with another lady who went to Scotland this summer so she could bring back baby presents. And boy were they great! A little kilt (size 1-2), plaid bib and booties, and a shirt that says "wee dancer." Clay thinks he's going to have to get a matching kilt :)
My allergic reaction to my lotion isn't clearing up as well as I had hoped, but I have an appointment on Monday so that's good. If anyone has any ideas of what to put on it to help it out let me know. Right now I'm sticking with hydrocortizone and baby oil.
Vacuumed the house today and made a considerable dent in both the filing and shredding. The office is the final frontier; once it's organized all will be well.
Poor Clay pulled a muscle or gave himself a hernia at his wedding last weekend. We are hoping it's simply a pulled muscle, but in the meantime he has weddings through October into November. The good news is he gets to have someone else do all the heavy lifting :)
The red and black truck is 90% sold! There is a deposit on it and we take it to the fellow Sunday, never to see it again! Yeah! Now we'll only have three cars :)
Hope you all have a good weekend.