Weekend Wrap-Up

I'm still struggling with the news about the condo, but I'm coping. To my credit, none of my tears have taken place in front of the girls, who remain blissfully ignorant of the news. I'm in the process of getting advice from friends, co-workers, family, and my credit union next week, because frankly I'm not ready to give up on my home yet. I'll be the first to tell you that I feel like a three-year-old temper tantrum inside, stomping up and down while crying, "but it's mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!" I know I may have to accept defeat somewhere down the line. Just not yet. The mailers I'm getting for moving services aren't helping.

The visit with my sister did bring some respite from all of that. We got to meet their new parrot:



We're always happy to see the dogs, Colonel and Liberty:




And the cats. Roxie is the baby of the family - who doesn't like to pose much for pics! She was too busy trying to get lovins from everyone:



Edgar's the man of the house. Meaning, of course, that he lies around like this all day:




My good news for the week: the very cool Huckdoll honored me with this award:



Thanks, Huckdoll! Praise from the Huckster is praise indeed.

I pass it on to the fierce and fearlessly honest Immoral Matriarch.

Now for the bragging about the girls. Sylvia got straight As on her progress report card (how much does she rock?), and Riley scored 92 on her fluency test, blowing past the benchmark 78 wpm. (Yes, yes, I know, comprehension is way more important than speed, but still impressive.) Riley's also starting speech therapy. I'm glad she'll be able to say her name properly (her "r"s still sound like "w"s), but I'll miss how cute she sounds.

Hope everyone enjoys a little Irish spirit on St. Patty's Day!