… I’m over at Alpha Mom, realizing that Duncan is teaching me a lot about what Chickadee needs.
[In case you don’t live in the south or haven’t seen the news, we are about to be slammed with an ice storm “of historical proportions.” This is alarming, of course, but also comes with a side helping of my-parents-were-supposed-to-visit-but-ICE-STORM and a dessert of our local production of The Vagina Monologues was supposed to open tomorrow night and now we are delayed at the very least, if not canceled. In other words, I’m cranky, and after a morning of storm prep (firewood! batteries! charge all the devices! move the trampoline! bring the grill in to the screen porch!) I’m kind of freaked out, too. If you don’t hear from me for a few days, please send gluten-free cookies and trashy novels.]