Tonight I sank to a new depth in the stupidity department. I went to make Davey’s night-night bottle and forgot to put the liner in and I actually poured the formula into it. DUHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Milk everrrrrrryyyywhere!

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

I was pleasantly surprised when Michael called and said that his work schedule had changed and that he would be home [last night]. By the old schedule he’d have been home on the 31st. I got to the airport to pick him up at about 10:30 (after purchasing the most putridly sweet iced coffee from McDonalds….I should have listened to instinct and gone to the ‘Bux, but I digress). He got into the truck and when I looked at him I was again pleasantly surprised. THE GOATEE is BACK!!!!!!!!!! He has a thin goatee that allows his oxygen mask to fit and it looks so super HOT!!

I think I wrote that in a previous blog post? I don’t remember what I had for breakfast yesterday, let alone what I wrote in a previous blog post, but it sounds familiar. Or maybe because I’ve been known to say it, in the past. A. Lot.

Yes, change is good. Sometimes, though, it’s hard to come to a conclusion that change is necessary, even wanted or warrented. Damn straight, it’s hard.

Choices to be made.
Bridges to cross.
Decisions.

I have a lot to think about.
My gears are grinding.
Decisions.

Change is good.
It makes one grow.
Decisions.