Ok, only about 5 minutes have past since my last post, but I had to share this. I was passing K by the side of my bed (not very roomy) and she said, "Your big and squishy, Mommy." .......O.K. (gulp)....The Lord does work in mysterious ways, doesn't he? I think he was using my child to tell me something here. I'm not willing to overlook that, so, Girl Scouts, HERE ME NOW...I retract everything I just said in my previous post. DO NOT come to my house next year. I repeat, DO NOT. I don't need anymore "sympathy boxes" either. Stay away. I don't want to be known as "big and squishy" ANYmore.
And that's all I have to say about that.