tired
owenthomas and Owen's partner, Greg. This was after a couple of days at the shore, and apparently Quinn was very, very good.So anyway, we had a feast of chinese food last night, hung out, played with Quinn. Today we went to the mall and did some Fall clothes shopping for Quinn. Then it was off for lunch at the Jefferson House restaurant--and the obligatory feeding the ducks leftover fries and grilled cheese sandwich. Pam split before lunch to take care of her horse.
Now we are back home, Greg and Owen are unconscious in the bedroom, I'm exhausted, and Quinn is a little cranky but yet full of soup. I'm the only one conscious to do anything with him. Sigh.
