So I wake up, hop in the car, get to the front gate and realize I don't have enough gas to get to my prenatal appointment.  I feel like I've been run over by a truck, my head won't stop throbbing, and it feels like my feet are losing circulation.

it's hot and dreary with the thunderstorms today, and my phone is terribly finicky in this weather.  My computer is still connected to the internet by what i can only consider an act of divine intervention from whatever gods up there are keeping an eye on me (THANK YOU BTW!).

And I'm done bitching now.  Thanks for reading, and for caring how bad my day has gone, you deserve a treat.  here, LOL for a minute:






thanks for your support.  I love you guys.

Ami