Lucky is good, connie. Never ever apologize for lucky. Things go wrong far too often, so when good things happen don't ever apologize.
Oh, Laura, I'm sorry about the sleepover bad timing. But boys are pretty easy to accomodate, and can be very sweet and supportive, at least my kids' friends were. I hope things go smoothly.
I'm so sorry about the non-sleeping toof-cutting Matilda, but I'm sure she's very winning, even awake at ungodly o'clock. And I'd never expect Emmett to be other than doting. That little girl grabbed onto his heartstrings early on, and he didn't fight it for a second.
Oh, JZ. Keep a list. I swear I'll be back to tour with you just as soon as I can be. If I have to drive down from Bellingham to do it.
Because we fell in love with the area and if at all humanly possible, we are going to move there. It's just a question of how soon--it may take a couple of years, but it will happen. And you have to admit, driving from WA is a whole lot closer than driving from NC, yes?
Because we fell in love with the area and if at all humanly possible, we are going to move there. It's just a question of how soon--it may take a couple of years, but it will happen.
Words that fill me with happy.
I have to get up in a little over 6 hours to go to this rassafrackin' test. So what am I doing? Cleaning the toilet.
Sometimes I think my brain is like a pinball machine and just needs a good thwacking. Then I remember what a good thwacking does to the brain and scrap the plan.
What Jilli said, or is doing, or whatever.
Sleep, Emily. And all my test~ma to you.
Alarm set for 4:15. I have to get up early to send meara away? I lose.
meara is safely at the airport and should be leaving in about ten-ish minutes and I am back home.
Sunrise is *early* this time of year. We left the house at 4:30 and it was getting light. Quite pretty this morning too.
Now I faceplant on the couch and ... zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
I have last post of the night *and* first post of the morning? That just ain't right, man.
Hey, you! I just got a delivery of a million candles. It feels like you should be here to go through them with me.
Also, GOOD LUCK, EM!
