If you can't say something nice....

Say it anyway! These past few days, I've been in a really crappy mood. It might be because my mini-vacation is over and I'm back to the grindstone. It might be because we're doing some home renovating and decorating, and it caused me to spend WAY too much alone time with my wonderful husband. It could be because I lost my brand new bottle of Zoloft while moving things around for said renovating. Could it be a combo of it all? Possibly. Probably. Maybe. All I know is that I've been pretty weepy and crabby and I MISS MY ZOLOFT! Seriously, I've been looking for it for 3 days and haven't had any luck. You didn't steal it from me, did you?! I wouldn't blame you if you did...it's good stuff.





Yesterday I took my ADORABLE and PERFECT puppy to my husband's softball game, where we met a bunch of really ADORABLE and PERFECT kids that played and played with him and made him the HAPPIEST PUPPY EVER! It made me realize something.... my dog needs a boy. I've always said that if I ever have kids, I'd be TERRIFIED to have a boy. I've grown up with pretty much all girls all my life. I know nothing about boys. (Yes, I have a brother.... but really? He was born in between a bunch of girls, and so we never really thought of him as a boy. Sure, we played GI Joe with him.... but only if GI Joe was going to go on a date with one of our Barbies.) So, now that I've gotten over my fear of boys, can I PLEASE GET FREAKING PREGNANT ALREADLY?!?!?!?!?!!


This is the pic of my baby that made me fall in love with him. He's a lot bigger now, but wasn't he CUTE when he was a baby?