Better Days Are To Come...Hopefully

Today, Crazyman is officially one year old. This time last year I was in labor.

How kick ass that I'm not this year. Seriously.

Thanks for your kind thoughts and offers to get shit-faced. It's a long weekend, so email me and I'll send you my address and we'll tie on a good one.

You know who you are. ;)

So kids, today I have an appointment at a Cosmetology school.

I know, right?

On top of that? My kid is sleeping through the night with an established bedtime of 8:30.

This morning it is stormy, rainy and dark.

I overslept by at least an hour this morning.

When I woke up and looked in the mirror? My hair was nearly perfect. That? Never happens. My bangs are usually either flat or sticking up weird. Not this morning.

Someone or something had my back for once.

So I put on my favorite dress and trudged on. My husband proceeded to make me later by trying to make out with me in the garage.

Hey, I'm not complaining. He thinks I'm kind of hot. That's all good.

I walked in late but guess what? My boss? A half hour later than me?

Again? I've got the force in me today.

I walked back to our office kitchen to grab a Diet Coke, knowing full well it would be warm.

I reach to the shelf and NO DIET COKE.

So half heartedly I looked in he fridge. And low and behold a whole drawer of cold Diet Cokes.

What in the Sam Hell is going on today?

I don't know, but I like my chances.

I seriously do.

Rock on kids. Rock on.