Congratulations!!! Here's Your Bill and Your Low Self-Esteem

There are so many wonderful things that happen in the fall. :::queue the whimsicle music:::

Things I love:
Today, Evie and I found a teeny tiny crayfish, and a MONSTROUS crayfish right after that.
Things I hate:
I tried to pick up the big one and discovered that, no, I still haven't overcome the fear of a lobster pinch, no matter how small the lobster.

Things I love:
That Abby tried out for the premier soccer team and made it!!
Things I hate:
The bill that came with that.

Things I love:
That Abby's Orthdontist is so wicked cool, and he honestly believes she'll need the palate expander for the next year, then have three years off totally, then braces for only 6 months after that.
Things I hate:
The bill that came with that.

Things I love:
Getting uncharacteristically plastered and then blogging.
Things I hate:
The bill that comes with that one too, though it technically isn't monetary, but emotional.

Things I love:
Evie passed her school evaluation like the little genius she is
Things I hate:
The certain knowledge that I may be screwed by this later on in life.

For those of you waiting for the humourous interlude........ I bought a pair of shoes!!!! Way cool little black boots to go with the one pair of nice jeans I have left in my closet. Of course when I went to go out with friends last night, I realized that my one pair of nice jeans is missing. And the boots look stupid with any other pair of jeans. And all the other pairs of jeans looked stupid, too. And I looked stupid in them. So I put on the stupid pair of jeans, and had to wear my same old stupid UGG boots, which looked really stupid because the stupid jeans are bootcut, not skinny. But that's okay, I'll just keep my feet under the table, right? Top up I'll look okay, right? No, cuz my nice fall jacket is missing too. So all I had was my old sweatshirt-jacket. And, yes, you guessed it, it looked stupid.

Actually, as I described it to Jayne while driving (an hour late) to meet with friends, "I look like a fat lumberjack. A stupid, fat, lumberjack."

But my kids are crazy-ass talented and smart, so we're all good. :)