I sat down to write a new post and edit some photos but I’m too tired. I woke up early this morning. Super early. Before 8 a.m. early which is really early for me but I guess normal for most people. I came on to share that Isabelle is doing better though her appetite isn’t normal yet. And because I don’t want a pictureless post, here:

A couple of weekends ago we had a dentist appointment. And afterward we went to get some oil for my car. Right near the car store was a Chucky Cheese. Isabelle saw it and wanted to go. We were hungry and not close to home and couldn’t decide what else to eat so we said yes. Did you read the sign?

The scariest Chucky Cheese EVER.

Yet we still went in.

We didn’t stay long. It was scary. What kind of crazy did we walk into where people need to be told not to bring their weapons to a kiddie gathering?