I'm vaguely sick - a headache, some body aches, a need to hang out in the bathroom. Fortunately, my kid is being an angel. We've got the egg shakers and the music piping out of my phone and we are mostly enjoying our time on the bathroom floor and in the big bed.
She still won't let me count her teeth. More than 10, less than 20. Enough to bite the tar out of my finger if I stick it in her mouth. (I haven't done so today. I'm casual about germs, but not that casual.)
I am really pleased that I just cleaned this bathroom yesterday.
Ten years ago today, my husband and I went on our first date.
Ten years ago tomorrow, we went on our second date, and I met his friends. We made short work of it, honestly. But it took two years to get engaged - eight years ago today.
I am very very glad I didn't stand him up just because I had three broken toes and didn't want to pay for parking or go to a steakhouse. This date has really exceeded my expectations.