Baby's First Day

Okay, so she's already 11, but she's still MY Baby. Take that, inner 8 year old who didn't get a horse when he wanted it because his dad lost his job the day before we were gonna go to the auction to get one.


I'm so excited, I think I'm gonna throw up. Actually, I spent most of last night doing that...stupid stomach flu of some sort. Bleargh. Nothing like a few sidewalk asterisks to really throw the rest of your day/night/week off.

Which it has. The DSO* can attest (he's ready to kill me, I think), I'm grumpy, I'm crabby, I'm irritable, and I feel like a sinkhole that could swallow an office building.... oh wait. No. I feel like a great big ole pile of horse crap. At least I didn't step in any while we were out there.

Which doesn't underscore how HAPPY I am that she's with us now. It just underlines how genuinely nasty I am...poor CB's had to put up with me being a total bastich for the past 48 hours.

*Dear Significant Other, identity obscured to protect the guilty.