We Still Have The Motorcycle

Alexis woke me up more than ever last night. At 6 a.m. when I got up to feed her, I noticed that I couldn't even walk a straight line. I felt what I imagine it feels like to be hungover and even with my glasses on, I couldn't see clearly. I made up my mind, I couldn't go to church this morning. When Brandon woke up at 8 he agreed. His leg is still pretty awful from tipping the motorcycle last week. I feel slightly guilty for missing this morning's service since it is only the second service we have missed, the first being a couple weeks back when we thought I was in labor.

Anyway, we have decided to sell or trade the motorcycle for a four wheel drive truck or something for this winter. So we met up with a guy in Spokane today who might trade his lifted Blazer for it. But that fell through and we still have the motorcycle. Oh well, there's a guy in Helena who wants to trade his rig for it.

Well, we get back in to town, run to the store and then I go get my hair cut while Bran waits in the car with the girls. For the record, Great Clips is kind of like taking a gamble. The chick who did my hair today... yeah. My mom could have done a million times better. Most of the time, I am very satisfied with my hair cuts from there. Not today.

I am currently cuddling with Lexie and watching a documentary about the Baja 1000 with the husband while writing this and debating what to make for dinner. Where's Haylie? Sitting in the middle of her room and I swear a tornado must have gone through there. Ooooh yay.