So, last week, I posted my five-part series about postpartum depression. I thought it was a good idea, but man oh man, there were so many things I wanted to tell you, but I didn't - because I didn't want to overload you with a bunch of posts.
Basically, I've forgotten most of what I was going to tell you, so when I tell you that you missed out on a lot of fun and crazy things from last week, please just take my word for it. I wouldn't lie to you.
Instead of sitting here and racking my brain trying to remember every funny detail of my life that you were not privy to last week, let me just tell you the tid bit that takes the cake.
Kaylee and I had a play date this past Wednesday with a friend of mine and her baby. It was at a park. With a playground - lots of grass, a walking path. It's a lovely little park. And occasionally there are some rather eccentric folks who show up.
Wednesday was no exception.
So, Kaylee and I drive up to the park, and the first thing we see is an old man rather close to the playground. Not so bad, right? Oooh, no. It was bad. Real bad.
He was standing there in his sunglasses, reading the paper, in his gray underwear briefs. And nothing else. At the PLAYGROUND.
Better believe we called the cops on his ass.
And that right there was my number one, "Ooooh! I've gotta blog about THIS one!" moment of last week.
I hope you fully appreciate the fact that it was me, and not you, that had to endure viewing such nastiness.