Like a kangaroo.

Today I turned 39.  It didn't hurt one bit. 

I spent the weekend driving, mostly.  Down to visit the in-laws and go to a killer Halloween party.

Here's me, a chubby mime, and my husband, Heisenberg:

This morning, I drove down to see my parents  - they're doing good.  Dad is still in rehab.  Mom is running herself ragged.  Nonetheless, we had a good time and I enjoyed seeing them.

Time to finish a load of a laundry and call it a day.