Because I’m so tired, this is going to be a rambling blog entry. No theme or rhyme or reason. I’m really running low on photos of Chloe. I’ll have to take more this weekend. Nine more days until Disney World. Can’t wait. Sophie just farted and asked me if I liked her “proute” (French for fart) and her stinky toes. Lovely. I’m 40 years old and my life is reduced to daughters who happily fart and offer up their stinky feet as a present.
I cannot wait to go on vacation. It’s been a long time. I’ve taken time off from work, of course – but other than our headache-inducing two-day trip to Great Wolf Lodge last summer, we haven’t gone anywhere in two years. I think I’ve already mentioned that fact at least ten times on this blog, which I suppose serves as proof that I am DESPERATE to get away.
Tomorrow I am going to pamper myself with a manicure and pedicure in preparation for our trip. And tomorrow evening we’re dropping the girls off at our babysitter for a few hours so that we can go to dinner and a non-animated movie. Yippee. TGIF.