Happy St. Patty's Day, y'all.
This is the day that Amanda was supposed to have been born - but her father had predicted that she would be born on his birthday (the 10th) and she must have heard him say it enough and so, the very last words she heard from Mom before the contractions started were screamed toward the bedroom from the bathroom: "TERRY!!! YOU AND YOUR G*****M PREDICTIONS!!!!!!!!!!!". Sorry Sweetie - I know it should have been the gentle shake and "Darling - it's time - the baby is coming... " and a shy smile and all. But your bedroom hadn't been painted yet, and the bed was still in pieces in the corner. And I wasn't ready yet!!! I thought I still had another week!
Ah well. *smile*
Tonite we're going to a party - not my forte by a long throw. I get itchy in rooms with too many people in them. It's like there isn't enough air or something. Nobody in this group smokes, so its not that - it is just me being claustrophobic or agoraphobic or possibly just weird.
Over the weekend it was warmer, and almost all the sn*w and ice melted in the back yard. This has made me frustrated, as the weather is not good enough to play in the garden, but I can see what a mess it is and how much work needs to be done on it. A squirrel was screwing around in the dirt a lot this fall, and he made a large mess in the flowerbed.
Have a WONDERFUL day!