I desperately needed to get out of the house and figured a trip to the PX was in order. 4 trips to the potty, two Taco Bell quesadillas, and three bags of stuff I don't need later, I loaded the boys in the car and discovered as I buckled Max in that he was browsing a National Enquirer he found somewhere along the way. I'm thinkin' maybe I should have just stayed in!
