Our toilet is broken. Which isn't that big of a deal, except that it's the only toilet in the house. Really, it's still workable, or usable, we just have to remember to turn the water off then on again or something or other, but I inevitably forget. Makes for some weirdness when going to flush the toilet and the toilet not actually flushing.
All this to say, there's always something going on (especially in home ownership), yes?
And Hope is on her first non-family overnight tonight. Except, the mom of her friend is pretty much family to me, so it's not really a non-family overnight. Maybe she's not a relative by blood, but she is most definitely my soul-sister. (You know the kind, right? You meet her and you two almost immediately hit it off. It's like a connection on a spiritual level. Like your souls were destined from the beginning.)
Anyway, Hope was pretty thrilled, even when I left. And I am thrilled to see her so excited and happy about it all. What a special Big Girl event for her.
We're getting into the deep freeze of winter in the Midwest, and I'm less than looking forward to it all. Yes, I'm a whiner, and a fair-weather lover. Not too hot and not too cold. Juuuuust right. (Just call me Goldilocks.)
Speaking of fair weather, we're going to San Diego this spring and I am already prepared to fall madly in love and make immediate plans to move there. It's true, I haven't been since...gee, I was probably in third grade, and I really don't remember much of the trip (a pink bouncy ball with a monkey on it, that's the only thing I remember, my souvenir from the San Diego Zoo), but I am pretty sure it's right up my alley. Not too hot and not too cold, and all that.
Well, it should be bedtime, but I'm going to attempt to convince my husband for a late-night viewing of Blue Bloods from last night.
Isn't she the cutest little thing ever?