Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Gifts of mac and cheese happily accepted

Tomorrow is the big day. Riley gets braces, and Big Dog and I get to fork over big money. Maybe we should cut him a deal. $500 for no braces, and we head out on a white sand, turquoise blue ocean vacation. I should have thought of that sooner.

As it stands, tomorrow will not be a good day. I will end up in tears even if it goes well. My crazy, menopausal hormones go wild at the slightest thing, and these rite of passage moments are killers. You should have heard me during Toy Story 3 when Andy graduated. A snorting, gasping sound that was just horrifying.

I'll try to keep my composure. But if you're thinking of me tomorrow, think comfort food. Hint, hint!

1 comment:

  1. Wishing both of you lots of luck today! XOXO