I ate an entire big bag of that Pirate’s Booty by myself on the way home. And also some weird little wafer cookies.
Don’t worry, I’m not giving up. I just made a mistake.
My legs are so pale right now. Before I know it, I’ll be doing the spray tanning again.
I am so, so tired. Probably because I ate all that booty. Oh well.
I wrapped Derek’s presents in Christmas boxes. I thought I had plain. Oops. He doesn’t mind, though.
He’s 19 days older than I am. He was six weeks premature, though. For some reason, he doesn’t like when I remind people of that.
Desmond was also several weeks premature. At first I thought I’d peed my pants, but I hadn’t; my water broke, and Desmond was on his way.
That’s kind of all I’ve got, for now. I did have a little bit of weird, obsessive thinking at work at the end of the day. Hard to explain.