Lazy.

Laid-back.

Relaxed.

A scuffed up, well-loved baseball.

The Rockies.

My feet.

My sister’s feet.

The gimpy girl formerly  known as Mokee. (That would be our puppy, not my sister.)

(Though she too is often gimpy.)

(We try to be graceful. And then the klutziness gene kicks in.)

(Yes, I plan on blaming my lack of grace on genetics.)

(Fun fact: my name means grace.)

(It’s ironic.)

(This post has become a chaotic mess of parentheses.)

(Is there a limit to the number of parentheses allowed in one post?)

(There probably should be.)

(OK I’m out.)

And that, ladies and gentleman, was my weekend.