We have a new tradition at work. Yes, I know you're probably not surprised that this group of co-workers has a new tradition. We've cut down trees, played in the creek, built a dam, played over 150 games of regulation sorry (who knows how many games of speed sorry and expedition games), worn fun shoes, given shoe hi-fives, and army crawled out the back door to escape the crises of patients. Just kidding about that last one. Kind of.

There is a lovely little place in the country called "Froggies" and it is awesome. Complete with skeeball, prizes, tickets, diet cokes, and two full rooms of those blow-up things that are usually "kids only." So, we make a weekly adventure to froggies and watch our spirits come back to life and the newbie come out of her shell. Here she is after hitting the jackpot and winning 400 tickets.



In other news, Jared and I went hiking this weekend at Moss Rock. The most confusing hiking trail I have ever been on. We bought a book call '60 hikes within 60 miles' and you guessed it, one down, fifty-nine to go. I love it.

We also took Brigid to the symphony in the park on Sunday night. In an act of mercy, God cleared the rain away for one day in 60 and let the sun peak out long enough to sit on wet grass, eat Jim N' Nicks, and listen to the 'Somewhere over the Rainbow' serenade my beautiful little life.