It's been a hell of a week emotionally and the scale on the cope-o-meter is reading drastically low right now. The only things that are making feel better are orange Popsicles, steak and cheese pitas and scrapbooking. And what a drag because it is sunny out for the first time in days and all I want to do is hide under the covers. Even the thought of going to the Metallica concert in October does nothing to the cope-o-meter. One person will always get me to smile. Even if it is just for a little bit today. Uh-oh is Rowan's favourite word lately. Usually followed by a loud bang.
Come to think of it, Lola looks a little depressed too....
In no particular order, I love
*my son Rowan*
*my hubby and partner in crime, James*
*my leg humping pug, Lola Bean* my stinky breath pug Frank the Tank*
*the Atlantic Ocean*
*silliness and nonsense*
*a great quote*