Thoughtless Thursday ...

I swear next week I'll find a McStinky to use.  And I'll post before 10pm.  PROMISE.

Um, favoritest (yes I know, not a word) picture. EVER.

Love, LOVE my boys.

And this one's pretty cute too.  Little guy kickin' away, handsome Mister holding his boy and my little sister (aunt Ally) smilin' at her nephew.  My heart runneth over (yes, I know that's not the saying).

Not much else going on with me.  I'm peeling.  Like, EVERYWHERE.  Apparently my first burn of the summer was a DOOZY.  Is anyone else a peel addict like me?  Don't know what that is?  Well, I like to peel.  Like, get excited about it.  If you're getting creeped out then you should probably stop reading.  Because when I was a kid (emphasis on WHEN I WAS A KID) I used to make my younger brother sit and let me ... peel him ... when he'd get sunburned and start peeling.  I know.  It's gross.  And I should get help.  I'm thinking of joining a 12-step group.  But until then, I love to peel.  I have could spend an hour just sitting and peeling ... myself.  And have even been known to make myself light-headed and/or dizzy trying to peel places such as my shoulders that I can't see very well and try to crane my neck to get to.  Yes.  I know.  Gross.  So there you have it.  Little known fact about Mrs. Fulmer.  I will understand if you want to stop following me immediately.  Hey, at least I'm not like the lady that eats soap or the one that keeps all her hair follicles.

Besides the peeling episodes (I'm not kidding it's E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E, like even the tops of my hands and on my wrists.  Who gets sunburned on the tops of their hands and on their wrists?  I do, that's who) not much else going on on the Fulmer Lane.  I hope y'all are all having great weeks (if you're still reading and I haven't lost you with the peeling, sheesh, maybe I shouldn't have shared ...)