My feet hurt. It feels like there are bruises under each of my toenails. It could be from the totally wicked red patent leather platform peeptoe slingbacks I wore last night, or a freak accident involving vice grips while I was sleeping. I vote vice grips, because I am not getting rid of the hooker heels.
The St. Patrick’s dinner date was a blast, although the first restaurant we went to had a two and a half hour wait for a table. As we walked to the bar area to try a micro brew before we left, my Hubs wondered out loud if it was appropriate for the hostess to laugh at us while informing our small party of the wait time. I think not… but what do I know? My “cool pass” was revoked years ago.
I silently suffered the day through, quietly catching up on some reading on the couch. Well, maybe not quietly. I have two young kiddos. Young loud fighting kiddos, and they get louder when I’m trying to read or I’m on the phone. How do they know to do that at the worst times? EVERY SINGLE TIME. The little turds. Anywho, I was able to get through a few chapters of “The Road” by Cormack McCarthy(very bleak and it gets worse!), and I finished “The Vegetable Gardener’s BIBLE” by Edward C. Smith. So informative! One of the better books on the subject. Easy to read and follow- I would really recommend it to anyone who needs a book to reference on all aspects of gardening.
I’m taking my sore feet to sleep now.
The Suburbanatrix 
More comments! Isn’t The Road the worst? I read it about five weeks after Luke was born and the only reason I finished it was because I was getting my hair colored so I had nothing else to do for two and 1/2 hours. Awful. It still gives me shivers.
It is so hard to deal with. I was paranoid for two days after I saw the movie. And the book is so much more descriptive. I would think about the girls, and what horrible things could happen, and cry.