This has to be the most devastating news I've heard. I mean it's one of those things you just wish people would keep to themselves. Nothing says I love you like chocolate filled with bug parts, hair and cat hair. I guess the good Lord was telling me that I didn't need that box of Godivas I've been craving all day. As sad as it is, I'm sure I'll forget all about this report and by next week I'll be making up for lost time.
I've said for quite some time that I do not need children of my own and this morning was certainly proof of that. When Madyson woke up, and like every other morning curled up under a blanket on the couch, she looked up at me and asked "Nunni, do you like baseball?" I told her I did and she said, "Well, I dreamed about you and baseball last night." I don't know why that struck me as funny, but it did. I left her there to further rot her brain on such nonsense as "The Wiggles" and "Higglytown Heroes" while I dressed for work. After the third trip to respond to her shouts to me I informed her not to call my name again unless she was bleeding or on fire. I guess it was a matter of life and death when she called me again to tell me "Mulan" is coming on t.v. tonight. Guess what I'm doing tonight?
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