She said yes.
It was also the only day to mix up and bake a ton of gingerbread.
I wish it were ceremonial and nice, but it wasn't. Work called, said I was on the schedule for today.
(How is this even possible? I have never worked a Thursday once EVER.)
Actual, exhausted tears, shed by a woman who has worked the last nine days.
They filled the schedule without me, Praise God.
And thank Kathy, who worked double, who didn't deserve this either.
And then the child deleted the cutest picture I've had of her in a year, her beaming at her little gecko.
I don't understand. When I realized what had happened, I cried.
I really, honestly, truly do not get it.
Tomorrow Sam is having some old-girl thing removed from her lip, etc.
Should be a blast.
The estimate is $888, and what a festive number is that?
Okay, good night. love, Val