I am glad to hear that all of my blogging friends from the UK are safe and sound. I have to admit that it is odd to see the horror of yesterday unfolding on tv and wonder if people who you consider to be friends but whom you have never met are ok. But I am glad you are.
I was going to post some opinions and such on this, but when I wrote it all out it was a serious downer and that's not what this space is about for me. I don't see a light at the end of the proverbial tunnel; I think this is the situation we are stuck with from now on. This is what our lives are like - we will never feel safe again.
Oops, slipped into downerville for a sec there. So, um, here's something cute that happened with Princess yesterday. Hub was talking about how he is going to screw his company by taking his sweet ass time to work so they'll have to pay him overtime and get screwed on their numbers (he says this all the time, but never has the heart to do it). So I said, you are already getting home at 8pm, who are you going to be screwing by working later than that - the company or your family? Princess picks up on the word family and starts repeating it. So Hub starts explaining who is in our family...Mommy, Daddy, Princess, and Gypsy. And Princess starts yelling at him, BABY!BABY!BABY!BABY! She just got a new babydoll and stroller this weekend and she was quite offended that Baby was not included in the family. So Hub repeated the list of our family members: Mommy, Daddy, Princess, Gypsy, and Baby. This drew a big smile from her and she was happy.
Eh, not a great story, but I am not really in the mood to think of something funny. It'll have to do for today.