Boot Camp

I used to sign up for boot camp classes from 6-7 in the morning. I miss them. I miss it. Loved loved. Yes, it was a love hate relationship. All I focused on was staying alive. 

But I have no money for such ridiculous things. Especially when there is free bootcamp. 

Namely a little daughter that terrified of the lawn mower that she needs held. 

Hmm, so I pack her up when I mow the lawn. That would be a push mower, btw. All 27 pounds that somehow feel like 100 million. And she is happy as a lark. And sleepy.