I won't bitch too much, but 'twas another UGH day today. Tomorrow will undoubtedly make it three in a row. I will leave it at that.
Thank you a million times for all the sweetie comments. All of you -- real-life and Internet friends -- touch my heart.
After another poopy day, I managed to make it to the Dodger game with Mr. Monkey, albeit over an hour late. It was fleece blanket night, so obviously we had to go because we are freebie-grubbing mofos. The Dodgers had already scored six runs by the time we got there, but we got our blankets, damn it.
The concession lines were rather serpentine, so we just shared a mini pizza and some peanuts. Light eats for the Monkeys tonight. For some reason, only half of our pizza had pepperoni. That made it "light."
But I just couldn't skip tonight.
A friend wrote recently that her blog is her therapy. And, even though I never write anything earth-shattering or share deep dark salacious secrets, my blog is my therapy of sorts, too. It keeps my mind off things that cause me acne, wrinkles, and/or gray hair. It gives me an excuse to bring my camera everywhere. It makes me happy.