Quote of the Day:
The most important thing a father can do for his children is to love their mother.
– Theodore Hesburgh

I’m better today. Somewhat hung over, but better. I visited with my Sweetie Boy last night and he gave me a sweet valentine. So I did, after all, get a valentine from the one I love best. I hung around the house for as long as I could (mostly to be annoying to someone who doesn’t matter any more) and then headed to McDonald’s for a rousing dinner of a quarter pounder with cheese and fries.

The TV antenna I bought works. I watched some of the Olympics and drank two glasses of wine. I started reading the entries I’m supposed to judge. I got to page six of the first one and was so bored out of my skull I couldn’t take it anymore. The writing was flat and just lacked enthusiasm. I made a few notes along the way. I have no idea how I’m going to get through this entry. Maybe more wine is in order.

Sweetie Boy called me at his bedtime and I asked him if his dad read him a book. He said he wanted me to. Luckily, I have a copy of his favorite book – Could Be Worse – and so I told him to pull it out and we read it together over the phone. I love hearing his sweet little voice reading those words back to me.

Anyway… lots to do today. I gotta get back to it. I have those nine submittals going out.

By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.