Fooey

I had a post all written up and blogger disconnected itself and lost it on me. So the jist of my first attempt was to say that I had to apologized to Husband for our Anniversary turning into a Crapaversary. Because I was sick. Boo hoo me. We had Chinese take-out for supper, I bought a heart-shaped black forest cake for dessert (can you feel the love) and then I went to bed at 8:00. Before my children. And then Tigger was up the next morning at 5:00 bowing down to the porcelain throne, but he's better today and back to school. Me, not so much. Coffee is burning my stomach. Not good not good not good. It's almost noon and I don't feel awake yet. But I did get my roses. 15 of them. One for each year we've been married. They are beautiful, but I don't have the energy to take a picture of them yet.

So today is the day. Friday. The 16th. Of February. I'm getting my hair cut. Oooooo. I'm all excited and nervous at the same time. I'm donating my hair to Locks of Love and I've been growing it out for over 3 years just for this reason. It's time. But I'm all nervous and excited. Did I mention that? I'll be sure to take before and after pictures so that you can all laugh at me.

That's about it.

Did you hear about the Michael Waltrip Scandal??? I'm so disappointed I can't even talk about it right now. I was going to give him one more year of loyalty, but now? I just don't know.

Anyway, back to work you two.