My feet are chilly. This rarely happens in Florida. I love it. Tonight is supposed to be one of the coldest nights of the season, dipping down into the thirties. I know some of you reading this live in northern parts of the world, and you are probably shaking your head and rolling your eyes now, but believe me, this is BIG STUFF for us Floridians. We might even light the fireplace. WHOA.
Cloth diapering continues to be a success. I cannot believe I was so worked up about it before - it is easy peasy. And I love not having to make a last-minute run to Target to pick up a bunch of Pampers while simultaneously emptying my bank account.
I've been getting conflicting, sometimes dubious messages from my candy. On the inside of a candy wrapper, it said, "Sometimes a hug is better than flowers". In the next: "Buy yourself a dozen roses!" Uh, wait a second. Next one: "Go to your special place". Oh, good grief...
The holidays are almost upon us. I haven't written a letter to Santa in over two decades, but if I were to write one now, I'm pretty sure that this would be at the very top of the list. Followed by this.
I'm still mad at Target for the whole Britax car seat escapade. But I couldn't help being irresistibly drawn there today when Jason and I realized that Aidan needed a humidifier. I may be mad with them, but I still love them, and my irritation could never be great enough to force me to shop at The Source of All Things Evil, Slow, and Disorganized.
If you haven't already, you must vote for my new 'do. I'm going on Friday for the big cut; "just a trim" is not an option any more. So exercise your right to vote and decide the fate of my locks.
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