Oh Landis..... I'm trying so hard. But I dropped your birthday cake all over the inside of the stove when I was pulling it out just now. And I think I can salvage some of it with some pudding and blueberries and whipped cream, but I feel so lousy because it's not the double-layer round cake with chocolate icing and sprinkles that I know you had your eye on.
And I owe you a birthday letter that I haven't even started.
And I said I'd be home early for your birthday today, but then things went crazy at work and I didn't make it when I said I would.
And I'm sorry.
I'm trying though... OK? I'm trying really hard.
BUT...... I did manage to get your specially requested dinner into the oven -- so we WILL have meatballs tonight! And because I was late, you did get to play with your friends at the pool for an extra long time, so... OK... I'm feeling better. You? Am I feeling horribly guilty for no reason at all? Were you ever even the slightest bit disappointed?
Until I started writing this little blog-here-thingy, I never really realized how much I like to write. Well you know what? I like to write. And I like to write about the crazy shit that happens in my household. A little humor goes a long way in helping me maintain my grip, You know? Can I get a "Holla'!"?