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.
