Sunday, April 17, 2011

Improvise

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.