Don't worry, though. I'll live.
This morning, I held 4 different tan colored socks in my hand. None of them matched.
After franticaly searching through clean laundry bins (and, in the interest of full disclosure, my bedroom floor) this is how I ended up going to work today:
Don't worry, though. I'll live.
I have to work late next week. ON MY BIRTHDAY.
Don't worry, though. I'll live. Probably.
When I'm unsure about my future survival, I remember this:
4 comments:
Holy crap! Bug hit the mother-load with the Halloween candy. I guess that happens when you are adorable.
Oh, and sorry you're sick. :(
Jess-
That's actually the bowl of candy at my parent's house for trick-or-treaters. While it looks like she's chowing down, poor Bug got zero pieces. Such is the trauma of being a one year old.
Maybe if she'd let YOU eat the candy, you'd feel better. Poor dear mommy.
There is everything splendid in that final photo. Chocolate and your sweet baby girl = Heaven!
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