Geez, I wish
had a problem to report. Truth is, I got the
biggest thing bugging me off my chest last night.
And today was uncommonly good: a trip to the local farmer's market, followed by a few more errands, including picking up a few flats of annuals to put in front of the house. I even managed to slip out for a little while and buy Mrs. P an early birthday present: a Sirius radio receiver.
Air America, here we come!
When I got back to Casa Pastor, Mrs. P had made cookies (chocolate chip), which I promptly started snarfing.
I know, can it get any more disgustingly domestic?
Well, how about this: our two-year-old babysittee is making another overnight visit tonight. Her mom's going out, and the regular sitter is sick, so we've got a kiddo this evening. Gosh, what a shame.
Oh, and meanwhile, the neighborhood three- and four-year-olds are trying to teach me Cambodian.
It's a rough life.
I think know what your problem is: all my good fortune. But just in case I'm wrong, why don't you go ahead and tell me.
Just to be on the safe side.