Surprises and the missing.

I've been a terrible blogger lately.

Seriously- the worst. But I'll keep

at it.

I went to Maine over the weekend to 

celebrate my dad's 50th birthday! It was 

a surprise party. And boy was he surprised.

He thought he was going to dinner with friends

and making a stop to sign up for a weapons

permit. I'm not joking. I am from Maine after

all.

Here he comes!

We celebrated all night long.

There was cake.

With my his face on it.

And me and Lily took some photos.

Sometimes she likes to look scary while holding

my purse.

Then she gives a weird glare after she says- I'll only take one

if you spin me and give me a cookie. I said ok.

Then we danced the night away.

I spent my entire Sunday searching for George.

He ran away after a scare and we spent 11 hours

searching the woods of Maine for him. It was a 

terrible way to spend a Sunday. But he came home

scared and cold.

This week is off to an interesting start.

I have to a take a break from my running

regiment due to injury. Always seems to happen.

It just means back to the elliptical. And I'm 

not mad about it.