In other news, Chickie got a call from "Brandon" today. The killer is, she's at dance and I can't pester her with questions. Who is this Brandon who dares call you when I didn't even know he existed? Why did I have to find out about him through a phone call? What are your feelings for him? Please tell me that he is a just a really good friend because if you are starting to look at boys in "that way," I may have to cover my head in Pillsbury Biscuits, and stick it in the oven.

I'm not ready for this. Especially after I find out that on Monday, Meelie wrote Johnathan a note in which she told him that she loved him. Apparently, Johnathan is completely unaffected. Which in one sense, relieves me because after all, 8 years old is entirely too early to start planning a wedding. On the other hand, my daughter has just declared her undying love for you and all you can say is, "She loves me, but it's no big deal because she likes going fishing and doesn't care if she gets dirty." A mother's job is such a balancing act, is it not?

I am wiped out. We are at fiscal year end at work, which is always an absolutely awful time of year. But it's also challenging at the same time. The hours are long, but it's only for about three weeks. The stress is high, and the hormones are high (three women are in my group). AND I MISS MY FAMILY. Most days it's perfectly ok, but there are some days, like today, when I feel overwhelmed at all of the responsibility. My mind can deal with the stress, but my body has other ideas. How do you deal with stress?

Tonight I was just going to write a small post, one which would have informed you that I really have nothing to say. Obviously, I don't know myself very well.

And with that, I will sign off.

Carry on.