Exhaustion is threatening to grab me by the back of the neck and force me, face down, into my keyboard, which would be okay with me if I would be guaranteed a blackout and, subsequently, a few uninterrupted hours of sleep. This week has been far more difficult and tiring than I had anticipated, since what had started out as a birthday has turned into a birthweek for Chicky Baby. But I am trying to cast aside my negative ways and focus on the positive... That is why I am posting a couple of pictures from Easter and saving the details of this week until I have had a decent night's sleep. Or two. Or seven. I promise I will share all the gory details when I've put some distance between myself and this ball-buster of a week. I don't want to bore you with my ranting and raving.... blah, blah, blah, screaming, blah, blah, sobbing, blah. When I can look back on this and laugh then I will write about it. Until then...
Cute baby pictures!
I was going for Pinky Tuscadero. I would have settled for Olivia Newton-John circa 1980, but I think I over-shot and got Elton John circa 1976.
Soo cute! Even with mashed potatoes on her cheek.
I have some really good pictures of the two of us together on Easter - and that's saying a lot since I usually hate every photo of me - but I'm not ready to out myself just yet. For now you just get my shoulder. With that said, I'm off to drown my sorrows in a bottle... of Nyquil. I really need to sleep.