Oh, have we been having a day around here folks.
A pouty, whiney, I-miss-Daddy, peed-in-her-pants-at-the-park kind of day.
I'm sure you're thinking that it's obvious that she needed to pee in that picture.
But she sure tricked you!
She'd already done it. And she's not too thrilled about it.
Neither was I.
Because 10 minutes earlier, she told me she had to go and I borrowed my friends car potty (What? Don't you have one?) and put her on it.
And she got stagefright or something and couldn't produce.
Maybe it was the camera?
Anyway. We went home. Had baths. No books. Too late. Go to sleep.
And all I want to do is click away happily with my friend the Internet.
And do you know what my husband just did?
He saw that I was online (we're Skype friends, isn't that nice?) and told me to go to sleep.
You see, I have a little trouble getting to bed at a decent time when he's not home.
And when he told me to go to sleep it was 10:30, so I guess that's somewhat reasonable.
But I didn't want to go to sleep.
And so I just logged off of Skype.
And soon he will read this.
And I will be reprimanded.
But probably not.
Because he loves me.
Okay. I'm going to bed.
Because it's been a day.
But tomorrow is Friday. And Friday is always better.