Not tired, unfortunately. Just achy and worn out.
Did I run a marathon? No. Did I play DDR? No. Did I walk around the block? No, not even that.
I baked. Yep. Five pies and a cobbler. My knees hurt, my back hurts, my feet hurt ... and all I did was bake!
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I make ugly pies. They taste pretty good, but they are seriously homely -- nothing you'd ever buy.
This time, I've taken pictures. Unfortunately, I can't find the card reader thing to show them to you. Perhaps Crash brought it with her to CrashDad's for the holiday.
Meh. I should sleep.