Sometimes I shake my head at my own inability to formulate post titles.
Then I move on.
Before I dive back into CruiseReview 2011, I have to share some pressing news.
The tooth is not long for this world.
My girl is growing up.
Part of me loves it-- loves seeing who she's becoming and watching her become more independent.
She has grown and matured so much in the last year.
But she's really just a baby, and should not be getting big-girl teeth.
My input was apparently not requested in the matter.
Nor was it requested when our renter e-mailed us to say that he would like to move out of the house in April, which brings me to my: Grrrrrrrr.
I really, really, really, really do not like being long-distance landlords.
Let's try this all again: Pray for me, my sanity, and that our house would be rented or sold.
Because you obviously didn't pray hard enough last time, and I consider all of you to be spiritual failures.
Except I'm joking about that.
And now we can continue with our regularly scheduled programming:
But wait! The school bus is almost here.
So I'll have to postpone our regularly schedule programming in favor of attempting to wiggle a tooth out and snuggle with my baby girl.
Because at the rate she's growing, tomorrow she'll need a prom dress.
I guess I never got to the flip-flops, huh?