The Stacey from the block (thanks, doghouse) party went amazingly well, despite the fact that it got started roughly an hour late. Mostly my fault, but I'm blaming it on the fact that I was doing it alone.
However, life doesn't suck when you have 3 foxy firemen show up to your imagined birthday party, then turn it into your real birthday party by singing happy birthday to you over their loudspeaker. Word.
(Thanks to Alice, Black Betty, and Supermom for the cards yesterday. I love y'all.)
Got my driver's license this morning without a hitch (except for the $1 late renewal fee, grmblgrrblarg). I actually even look pretty good in the picture. Unfortunately, remember how yesterday I said I was glad Ace didn't yell "NUTS" while we were waiting? I can't say the same today. I don't know where he got it from, SERIOUSLY, but I think it's unbelievably hilarious to hear the kid yell "NUTS!" out of nowhere, especially in the middle of the IHODL.
Today's major bummer was stepping on the scale and realizing I'm dangerously close to my red alert weight. Over the past several months of life's glitches, I've gained 7 pounds, and I'm hella bummed about it. I'm thinking about hitting Weight Watchers tomorrow. That, or crystal meth. Meth is probably cheaper.
Sigh. Ace just woke up from a refreshing 10-minute nap. I gave him Benadryl because the bites on his arms are looking seriously painful, and I know they've gotta itch. A Benadryl-spiked kid + a 10-minute nap = a freaking wonderful afternoon. Double sigh.
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