So you know how earlier, I confessed to my previous baby-eating penchant, tying it all together (poorly) with the tale of the flower delivery that was not, in fact, for me?
I feel the need to come completely clean with all of you, since my prior admission was so liberating. Puppies make delightful between-meal snacks. With ketchup. If you pinch their necks just so, they hardly ever even get away.
Phew! I feel better, with that off my chest.
Also, the darndest thing happened today. A guy came to the door with a suitcase of money in one hand, and a gorgeous hunk in the other. But it turned out that his delivery was for someone else, at a different house. Oh well.
(Psssst! Do you think my dad and stepmom would fall for such a thing twice? Maybe not, but I still can’t believe they fell for it the first time! Aren’t they they GREATEST? Of course, how could they resist, after their SPLENDID visit here? Casa Mir: come for the vomit, stay for the self-pity!)
The flowers are BEAUTIFUL, and I don’t know which lifted my spirits more: the bouquet itself, the card (which starts out, “This is not a mistake”), or the children running in circles around the table chanting “Yay Grandma! Yay Grandpa!” Thank you so much for everything; we love you!!