Will-O is home so (though he is not a task master) he could watch Liam and I didn't have to run around picking and dropping off kiddies betwixt my runnings. I registered the vehicle (with title transfer), vacuumed out homeless man car, sent Scarlet b-day invites, send tardy gifts, paid annoying Chicago parking ticket and had phone interview for moonlighting job (I know, I know) and had my doc rounds in the pm. Check, check, check.
Worst Part of the Day-
After my day of vast productivity, hit a wall at 9pm-ish and blew off a friend gathering for Monday Night Football--Packers/Vikings. Just could not do it. Just before leaving work I looked in the mirror (in the icky fluorescent lighting) and I appeared to 99 years-old--and/or highly in need of a napper and some hydration.
Scarlet Quote:
Scar received a b-day card from her grandfather and in it was a check. I do declare she doesn't hear people talk about antiquated checks in this day of check cards, etc. She declared with glee, "Look Mom! A money certificate!" My little foreign-exchange student.
Happy Birthday, Brotha Michael!!! I have no idea how old you are!!!!
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