about the weekend that was *supposed* to be all mine but is decidedly not so. So I'm going shopping...and if SOMEONE isn't careful-I may come home with a 5 foot tall metal chicken.
I'm pregnant, huge, emotional, pissed, and armed with a credit card. I can't be held responsible for damages.
Re: Inside this post is where I whine...
Can I come with you? I am sure that together we can beat the giant chicken (although that will be hard). There are lots of great tacky things.
We were supposed to have a family day for the first time in months (I usually work weekends), but then DH went into work. Now it just feels like any-ole-day. I could also use some shopping therapy.
~Lisa
Mum to Owen and Lucas
You take my ovaries, I take your yarns.