I pressed snooze for one hour.
I woke up to what looked like a crime scene.
(Halley had a bloody nose in the night).
The term "non-stress test" is really stinking stressful.
I am at the point in my pregnancy where I get them twice a week.
Two down, 18 to go.
I wistfully ate some of these fun, nostalgic cookies, knowing it might well be the last time.
Mother's Cookies suddenly ceased production.
Another casualty of our awesome economy.
So very sorry homeless animals. I had good intentions, but I can no longer use reclaimed wood from construction sites, since construction sites don't exist thanks to the awesome economy.
I burned myself with the glue gun making this.
It was worth it though.
How was your day?
Off to take Dorothy and Nemo to the pumpkin patch.