Sorry I vanished!
Yesterday we made an impromptu trip to Dallas to pick up my husband's motorcycle. Yes, I am now a motorcycle mama. At least in the sense that I'm married to someone who has one. That's about as far as it goes for me right now, as I'm still trying to get the incessant mantra of "motorcycles aren't safe motorcyclesaren'tsafemotorcyclesaren'tsafe" out of my head :)
Sigh. I'm happy for him, he's happy, woohoo! But...shut up, mantra.
Any suggestions? lol So far I've mastered the distraction technique, which involved redoing my daughter's bathroom, buying leopard print heels and popping Godiva chocolate like medicine.
PS - never driving on 635 in Dallas alone, again, or really at all, ever. For any reason. I'm still one big stress ball. There's a reason I've made it 27 years without doing so. I shouldn't do it. At all. Ever.