Fail.
The little monkie got a million shots on Friday (during which appointment I got a migraine and had to call in to work for the rest of the day), then I fell down carrying her on Saturday. Injury count (me, not her): one (1) sprained wrist, in brace; one (1) bandaged forearm; two (2) scraped and bruised knees; one (1) appointment Thursday for MRI on knee; one (1) very bruised sense of confidence in one's self as mom. Boo.
Send David Cook, or (even better?) adorkable feel-good DC/DA fic.
(Gossip Girl was pretty fuckin' ninja last night, though, so there is that.)
Send David Cook, or (even better?) adorkable feel-good DC/DA fic.
(Gossip Girl was pretty fuckin' ninja last night, though, so there is that.)