Please keep me in your thoughts tomorrow morning. It's my morning to get up with Jack. We are on an every other morning routine around here, so that at least one person gets some sleep every night. So tomorrow is my morning. It's also the morning of the Mini Social sample sale. Realizing that everything good will be gone if we don't get there first thing, Sadie has agreed that I have no choice but bring Jack with me.
I know what you're thinking. Taking a two year old to a sample sale is about as smart as the Vietnam war, and possibly as deadly. But I have modern weaponry that I think will help me prevail. I downloaded The Iron Giant onto the iphone, and I'm packing a giant bag of goldfish crackers and dark chocolate m&ms.
If things get ugly, if we get pinned down in the oeuf baby section, or hung up by some nattering Brentwood moms, I'll just smoke some weed and call Oliver Stone.
Peace be with you...