Sunday, April 17, 2011


Planned:  A fun filled birthday party for Rissie at the park pavilion where the kids can enjoy the playground and run off some steam.  

Weather:  Cold and windy.  

Improvise. Inside party.

Dear Diary,

I'm feeling a little better...  but shhh, I can't let mom know.  She's my slave woman 
 when I'm sick and I've gotten kinda used to it.  

I think I feel the need for a treat now...  But first.  The sad look.  The pity.  The hug around the neck. The belly rub.  The 'poor gracie'.  

I hear the fridge door close...  and I think I smell chickie bird...  catch ya later.  Gracie.

Fall Camp stuff

It's that time of year where we put away the sun block and break open the stash of pumpkin spice candles.   Fall is extra special...