Tomorrow, It Gets Better

The past couple weeks I've kind of been in a funk. 

My sporadic running and tingly feet (not to mention misfit shenanigans) has had me in a foul mood.

With Buttin's help, I'm making a plan to get over myself and adapt to my new situation (the tingly feet).  

• On Tuesday - I'm going to see a chiropractor.  I've never seen on in my ENTIRE life, but since I have to wait three weeks to see a neurologist, I figured I might try something while I wait.
• I'm also going to try to walk or do some other kind of working out (maybe even join a gym) everyday of the week (I think chasing Cub must count for at least two weekly workouts).
• In about three weeks I'm going to see a neurologist, who will probably tell me that I'm crazy, but at least we can start identifying the tingly feet issue (unless the chiropractor is able to work some magic).  
•  If all else fails, I will eat massive amounts of cookie dough  and flick spit balls at misfits.

Here's a picture of our little mouth-breather sleeping.   We heard from Dr. Boston and Cub's adenoids are very large so he has an appointment with an ENT in a few weeks.