I'd like to offer a BIG, HUGE congratulations to my dear friend Allie, who on Monday night gave birth to her beautiful twins.
6 lbs. 12 oz.
Folks, that is 12 pounds, 12 ounces of babies! Allie, you are every woman! I know you appreciate that high compliment because you are Whitney Houston's number one fan. No longer are you called, "One who is afraid of needles." Your new name is "Fearless Mama."
I'd also like to congratulate my husband on winning the men's biggest loser contest at work. He lost 9.5 pounds by working out and eliminating McDonald's and Taco Bell from his diet. Way to go, Hubs! You're hotter than ever!
While I'm at it, I will offer my (probably not heartfelt) congratulations to Joanne, the winner of the Dyson vacuum. I'm clinging to the hope that God saw a Dyson in my future and knew I didn't need to win one.
Congratulations to my little boy for being a big walking stud this week. He's up to 10 steps. And congrats to him for making me love another person so much that sometimes I feel I might melt away.
Job well done to Bill for finally making me take him to get his rabies shot. He came to the back door today with a bloody foot. You've never seen a woman pack up a cat and head to the vest that fast in your life. I just knew he'd been mauled by a rabid squirrel and he was going to bite all of us before I could get him vaccinated. I know, shame on me for letting him outside without updated shots. The vet said he cut it on a chain link fence, so that makes me feel better.
Way to go Beckham for figuring out how to lift the gate latch today and escape the backyard.
And finally, I'm giving myself a little pat on the back for finally getting my planner! If I have plans with anyone in the next two months, please remind me so I can write it down.