OK, sorry for that little MJ line. It's just... he's just... EVERYWHERE. You can't get away from it.
Amanda and I were reminiscing about Jackson this weekend. I liked his Thriller album OK, but that was about it. We both remembered having friends that were totally gaga over him. We were never quite that enthralled.
Nah, Amanda and I were more Rick Springfield kind of girls.
I got to hang out at her house this weekend, enjoying her kids and giving her husband a hard time while I helped with some projects around the house.
You remember the pics from New Year's?
Well, at our next New Year's party, Annabel will no longer be the baby of the bunch.
That's because a new baby will be arriving next week! If you look carefully at my petite friend there, you might notice her t-shirt is a little stretched over her belly. OK, a LOT stretched. She's all baby right now, and will be for a few more days yet.
So I spent the weekend hanging up baby clothes, sorting through gear, helping make lists and shop for a few last-minute necessities. It was great! Vicarious baby enjoyment! Even better, I got to sleep through the night Saturday, sans Annabel.
Of course, she then slept through the night for her daddy. Life is unfair like that, isn't it? Jon's so good, he gives me an inferiority complex sometimes. He even made cookies on Sunday - COOKIES. I haven't made cookies in months. I'm not so hot lately on the multi-tasking uber-mom end of things.
But that's OK. I love a good solo road trip - time to myself to think, play the radio as loud as I like, and stop when and where I want to for breaks. It was a welcome break from the routine, to get away for a couple of days.
And like the best road trips always do, it ended in a happy homecoming. Otto gave me a huge hug and told me he missed me. There were cookies in the cookie jar. And Annabel? Woke up at 3:30am.
Just for me.
