In Indiana? As long as you have sleeves, yer good to go.
And even though Illinois is only one state that-a-way, I’m sure they don’t mind their neighbor spelling it wrong. I mean hello? We’re Indiana! Why spell check on public signs? Can you even imagine how we’d massacre Hawaii?
the moosh’s first trip to Chuck E. Cheese was today for a neighbors birthday party.
the moosh learned about the trots about an hour into the party.
the moosh had to leave her panties behind in a garbage can.
We had to leave early.
Mommyblog haters hate it when mommybloggers write about poop.
Hate away haters, I’ll have Chuck E. dig out those Cinderella panties and send ‘em to you.
That’s all I have to say about my day.
You?
I got an email from a reader the other day who happens to have a lot in common with my occasional bouts of crazy. She told me she started reading my blog when I posted “The Overdose“, the post I read at the Community Keynote at BlogHer ‘08. She is currently treading some heavy waters with depression.
This is what she said:
…And then there’s this: I guess I just wanted to say … um … thanks for posting that picture. Because right now, and in the past year or so, I really haven’t been able to begin to believe that one day…I might want to get up and dance. But there you are, and you’re dancing, and you’re rocking out. And it made me smile.
So thanks.
Miss A, these are for you.
My prayers are with you, and with anyone else who may be hurting.
xoxo
