Every year during the summer my church holds our Sunday service under a pavilion at the fair. This year was hot as
balls heck. If I am going to be honest I really didn't pay attention to the service today. Whoops. We sat in the back with the babies because it was super loud up front and I knew there was no way any of them were going to sit still or stay quiet!
My nephew cracks me up
So I sweat
like a boy a lot a little so you could tell I was obviously on fire. Awesome.
I sweat when I'm hot, I sweat when I'm cold. I sweat when I'm happy. I sweat when I'm sad. I sweat when I'm glad, I sweat when I'm mad. So pretty much I sweat when I breathe. I have to coordinate my outfits around how much I am going to sweat. I hate it. I want to get botox injections in my armpits so that I don't sweat anymore. It's embarrassing. It's my curse. But that's enough about my misery.
We went into the Miracle of Birth barn and there were these little piggys