Monday, December 28, 2009
Sunday, December 13, 2009
There seems to be an endless number of things to do before we leave for Louisiana. I feel like we've made decent headway this weekend but didn't get nearly accomplished what we needed to. And now I'm on the computer, so I've my priorities straight, I think.
I've got almost all the laundry washed, but not put away. Please ignore Mt. Washmore in my living room. There aren't any dishes in the sink thanks to T. The Christmas cards are stuffed, addressed, stamped and ready to go. And I've got almost all the presents that I have wrapped.
What's left you ask? Just a week of work, combined with several doctors appointments, Christmas program at school, packing, finishing the Christmas shopping and cleaning the house so we don't come home to mess. And we've got three days to do it all. No problem!
Friday, December 11, 2009
She's now 17 lbs, 3 oz and are you ready for her height? You sure? She's 28.5 inches long. Yes, she's just about 2 and half feet tall. She may be taller than Leslie by her first birthday.
She's rolling over like a champ and now insists on sitting up. If you recline her too much, she'll try to sit herself up. I'm sure she's got great ab muscles from doing that all the time.
She's enjoyed singing along with the Christmas carols on the radio. And giggled as we sang and danced to the Elvis Christmas Album. That's always a good sign.
Her visit with Santa was a huge success. Overall, we have no complaints. She's actually starting to eat some of her food instead of spitting it right back out. And she's so cute when she swallows it. She kind of sucks in her bottom lip when she does.
We are just getting over our first ear infection. We caught it very early and although we would normally have waited to treat it since it was so early, with us getting ready to travel for the holidays, I didn't want to take a chance with it. So we had our first taste of the pink, bubblegum medicine. She would have made Auntie proud. She'd suck the medicine out of the dropper before I could even squeeze it into her mouth.
I know that I'm looking forward to her being able to interact with everyone during the holidays. I'm sure it will be a whirlwind, but we can't wait. I do have some pictures that I hope to add later this weekend.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
We got dressed in our pretty red Christmas dress, tights and new red shoes. We put on our largest bib to protect the pretty red dress. We put on our new red coat and our red and white reindeer hat. And after all my Santa recon work, we headed for the mall in Edmond. Yes, it's farther than the one in OKC, but I liked the picture package options much better. And both Santa's were equally "Santa-y", so I went with the better price option.
We were going to be in Edmond later that evening anyway, so it's not like I drove out of my way just to save a few dollars.
I've never been to the mall in Edmond, but knew that Santa was at the Macy's entrance. So we parked at Macy's. Walk through the store to the mall, only to find we are on the second level. Backtracked into Macy's to find the elevator and then ventured back towards the mall. The line didn't look very long at all.
We get up to the entrance and sign-in like at a restaurant. They handed me a pager and tell me I can shop wherever I like in the mall and it will vibrate when it's my turn TO GET IN LINE! So our first stop is to find a chair so we can take off the 35 layers of clothes Caroline is wearing because it's H.O.T. in the mall.
I pulled her out of her stroller and she is wide-eyed with all the mall excitement and decorations and people. She's smiling so large she can't keep her pacifier in her mouth. Lots of people stop us to tell us how pretty she is. She giggles and grins for each person.
Luckily, we didn't make it very far before our pager goes off and we head back to get in line. It moves quickly and the back of the display is decorated with all the characters from "Rudolph the Rednose Reindeer" and they had the movie playing on various tv sets. It was cute and well done. There was a family of 4 boys behind us and Caroline kept smiling and giggling and making sweet eyes at them.
Our turn came and I was a little nervous about how she would do with this strange man with the large beard. He had a real gentle voice and was a great Santa. She looked at him and was staring around in awe at everything. I moved by the photographer and she squeeked a toy and the ham came out. She turned to the camera and gave us a series of 3 great grins.
I choose the photo and we were done. And after reading all of that, you are now rewarded with Caroline's first Santa photo! We'll have prints for everyone when we get to Louisiana.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tomorrow will be spent watching the parade, cooking and enjoying the day.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
There is quite a bit of buzz online today about the game. This pretty much sums it up for me. WBRZ had this video about the final seconds. There is speculation that Miles wasn't calling for a spike but signaling that Toliver was down after the catch. Even if that IS the case, saying you don't know what's going on with your team, your coaches, your sideline at the end of the game is INEXCUSABLE as a head coach.
So not only is the mismanagement of the final minutes an issue for me, I heard Gary Daniels and Vern Lundquist say something that REALLY bothered me. They were talking about Patrick Peterson and what a great player he is. He is definitely one of our standouts. What bothers me is what they said he told them about Julio Jones and the Alabama game. Supposedly Peterson said, "He didn't catch anything against me."
It is a true statement, but the complete opposite direction I think this team should be taking. It couldn't be any farther removed from the "I play for the name on the front of my jersey, not the back" statement made under the Saban regime. Last time I checked, football is a TEAM sport. And it doesn't matter that Peterson shut Jones down. What matters is that Jones did score.. and our TEAM lost. He scored because our top corner (Peterson) is out with cramps. Why are players still having cramps in November? Is conditioning so poor?
To me it's a sign of internal problems that disturb me. The confusion, the lack of discipline and woeful game mismanagement are problems of the coaching staff. We have the talent... the question is for how long? Top kids aren't going to want to play for The Ass in the Hat.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
I decided last week that taking a match to the house is probably not a good idea since I'm sure someone would consider it insurance fraud. But I can't take all the crap anymore! So I've started a slow but steady plan to get the house cleaned, decluttered and organized. It won't happen overnight. It didn't get messed up overnight (although it feels like it sometimes), so we are going to take our time and do it properly.
I work just 15 minutes a night, but it's making a difference already. You can get a lot done in 15 minutes. Who knew? And it's a much better alternative to renting a bulldozer... I guess.
I'm also starting the Couch-to-5K training program. It's a 9 week program to get you up off the couch and running a 5K. Since I am a couch, not just a couch potato, I'm stretching it to 10 weeks and I started just walking this week. I'll start the official training next week.
And tonight on my walk, I figured out a rather annoying thing. The only return route to the house is uphill. Now since I've told everyone, I guess I actually have to follow through and finish.
Finally, stupid Gymboree is having a huge sale. So I'm resisting the urge to shop until this weekend. Hopefully the urge will be gone by then.
Monday, November 9, 2009
She scoots all over the bed. I have no idea how she gets in some positions. But sometimes her head is on the opposite side of the bed from where she started.
She's also discovering her feet. She kicks constantly (fun for Momma and Daddy) and loves to stick her legs straight up in the air. And she's just now starting to grab at them.
She's making new sounds all the time and "talks" half of our commute. She also likes to talk to Bubby (bear) in the bed in the mornings. And when she's ready for us, she yells. Not a scream or a cry... just a yell. Like "hhhheeeeyyyy... I'm reaaaaadddddyyyyy!" And she yells until she hears the hall light flip on. Then she's all smiles and quietness by the time we look over the rail. She gives you that "Who? Me? I was being completely quiet, I promise!" smile.
We still don't have our school picture proofs back yet. I ask at least once a week. I'm sure they are tired of that, but it doesn't hurry anything along. The school pics are also her 4 month portraits. We took our 5 month portraits yesterday and I think we are going to get those back first! (UPDATE: We did get the 5 month pics back first and they are now in this post.)
I'll also update our October pictures at some point. And when I do, I'll, of course, update the link here. Now I need to finish cleaning the kitchen. Bottles don't wash themselves!
Friday, November 6, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
She is still not sure about this eating-from-a-spoon business. And I think the texture weirds her out too.
But in the end, she ate quite a bit of it. And seemed to be quite content.
Yes, some of it did actually make it into her mouth.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
- LSU victory - check
- Clean house - half-check (kitchen & living room cleaned)
- Put out fall decorations - check
- Laundry - check
- Laundry - check
- Laundry - check
- Dishes - check
- Dishes - check
- Dishes - check
- Wash bottles - check
- Prepare diaper bag & diapers for Monday - check
- Sleep - check (although never as much as I'd like)
- Maybe even relax - half-check (found an Entertainment Weekly from last month that I never read. Am getting ready to read it now)
- Grocery store - check
- Cook - check
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Last night, she spent her first night in her crib...in her room...way down the hall...all alone. She looks so tiny in her bed. But she was fine. We still got up for a bottle at 4:30, but maybe as we introduce solid foods in the next couple of weeks that will ease up. Or we could do like T said and just plan on getting up every day at that time. I am holding out that 4:30 is not my new wake-up time, but it very well could be.
I also got her a little chair that helps her as she learns to sit up on her own. She spent some time last night playing in her new chair - just enjoying the view from her new upright position.
Tomorrow I'm sure she'll be walking around and telling me how I'm unfair and not cool and other random "momma sucks" kind of things. Although I don't plan on letting her use the term "sucks". See? I'm so not cool.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
She has slept the whole night the last 3 or 4 days, but woke up yesterday morning at 4:30 to eat and today at 5:15. There just isn't enough time to go back to sleep if she wakes up after 5, so I got to work really early today.
Today she looks like she was dressed by a blind monkey. She has a cute little striped dress that just now fits but might be too small come spring. So I put her in that today but it's a little too cool for just a dress. I added her leggings that are polka dots. To make sure you're keeping score, that's striped dress, polka dotted leggings and just plain socks (whew, right?). Well, while they are in the same color family, they are definitely not the same tone! Let's just say it worked in theory more than actually on. We had the time to change, but I didn't have the energy. Luckily she can't protest right now.
We bought new larger bottles since she is now eating more. I found them for a great price and had a coupon, so we bought 9 of them thinking it would allow us to wash less. Well, we had 9 bottles already. And each bottle has 5 pieces to it. Oh and we bought the next size nipple at the same time. So 18 bottles x 5 pieces + extra nipples = 102 bottle pieces and parts that I washed last night. I washed bottles for a solid hour. With them all lined up on the counter, it looks like a bottle factory in our kitchen.
And no, she doesn't eat 18 bottles a day. We have 4 smaller 4 oz bottles that are exclusively for daycare/diaper bag and those were dirty. We have 5 mid-size 5.5 oz bottles exclusively for home and those were dirty. Then we bought 9 of the new 8 oz bottles and they all had to be washed. So pile all of that in a sink and it FILLS IT UP TO THE TOP! T knows Slot Math. I know Bottle Math.
Plaxico Burress started his prison sentence this week for shooting himself. I read an article that says he hired a consultant to advise him on how to be productive while in prison. I think that is the root of the problem. Apparently he has no idea what to do off of the football field. Jason Whitlock's column today really summed it up for me.
"But Plaxico appeared to be pandering for sympathy by carrying his son into the courtroom. Do you really expose a child to that? It came across as a ploy to remind fans and the media that Plax isn't the only one getting hurt by the two-year sentence. I get that.
Well, maybe next time Plax should strap his young son to his waist wherever he goes rather than a pistol. I bet if his boy was in his arms, he'd find it less necessary to carry a concealed weapon. "
I had three month portraits made of Caroline to surprise T. It was the weekend Dad and Leslie were here, so they got in on the pics too. You can see and order them HERE. If you happen to be a grandparent of Caroline reading this, no need for you to order. Yours will be in the mail shortly.
Not really interested in talking about LSU football. I don't think there is anything to talk about. I have the same feeling from this team that I had from last year's, although I don't have pregnancy hormones coursing through me so I'm not firing off a string of expletives at the television that would make a sailor blush and throwing stuff across the room. I actually had to quit watching football last season after mid-October.
We may turn B into a sofa pillow. He keeps peeing in the kitchen. This from our dog that has NEVER done anything in the house from the moment he came inside. He was teetering on the edge after the baby and I think the Falcone's visit in July pushed him over the edge. He hasn't been the same since. I think we are going to put a bell on him so we know where he is at all time and to drive him crazy. Win/win, right?
T finally saw Caroline roll over last night. She was in a good mood yesterday evening (which isn't always the case). So we did a little playing on the floor and Daddy got to see her in action. She is starting to try and pull her knees under her and push off. She's not going anywhere, of course. At least for now!
A woman in Indonesia gave birth to a 19 lb, 24 in baby boy. Yowzers! Not sure when Caroline will be 19 lbs, but I can't even comprehend carrying a 19 lb baby. My 8 lb baby was tough to lug around the last couple of days.
Ok, that's enough randomness for today. My own head is spinning and I'm the one coming up with this stuff.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
She talks to us and laughs at us when we change her diaper. Most times she's just staring at everything around her - trying to soak it all in. She gets real excited when she sees her pacifier and sucks on it so hard it goes flying out of her mouth. That's a fun game, let me tell you!
She's rolled over once and gets real frustrated when she's on her tummy and can't go anywhere. She's moving very quickly, but the only thing touching the ground is her belly.
And apparently, she's got a boyfriend at daycare. Yesterday when I went to pick her up, she was on the play mat resting on her pillow. Easton, a little boy several months older than her, was at her feet. He was playing with her legs and pulling at her socks. She was just watching him and smiling. When I picked her up, Easton crawled after us. Apparently, he really likes her.
That might also be where she got her current runny nose. His nose has run since we started daycare 5 weeks ago. Oh well, it was quite cute to see them interact together. After I told T, he said "An older boy, huh? Do I need to go have a talk with him?"
** There were supposed to be pictures on this post, but blogger is being stupid and the pictures won't load. I'll add them when it's working again. **
Friday, September 4, 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Well, let's just say that you get spoiled when one person does your hair for over a decade! She knows what you want even when you don't articulate it very well. And given how professional she was, you didn't deal with gum smacking and phone talking and general nonsense. When I went home last month, I tried to make an appointment, but she had the gall to be on vacation!
When we moved, I found someone to do my hair. While I don't get it cut regularly, I do color it like clockwork, every 5 weeks because of my gray hair. So I found someone who I was happy with how she colored my hair. She never really cut it well though. And I watched her give many people mullets, so I avoided her cutting it at all cost. This resulted in long, blah hair for me. Then things got weird and she and her girlfriend started semi-stalking me. So I had to bolt from that situation.
I tried someone else and while she could cut my hair, I wasn't happy with the color or the salon environment. I went to her a couple of times thinking that it would work out and I'd be happy with it. Nope. She asked me if I'd had the baby when I was 8 months pregnant and had a huge belly. I took it in stride, but that combined with her starting to call me at home made me say no to that situation as well! What is with me and stalking hair people?
By the time I had the baby, it was time for a new color but it was totally not a priority. Three weeks after I'd had the baby, I brushed my hair and almost passed out. I had over 3 inches of roots. That wasn't even the horrible part. The horrible part about it was that the roots were WHITE! My hair up front is solid gray! So I bought a box color to just match my base color and I'll worry about highlights later.
The box color was good, just a little dark for me personally without highlights. But with a 3 week old, who cares? Right? It worked for $5! Well, 2 weeks later, the stubborn gray around the front of my face was peeking out. So I bought another box. This time, I thought I'd try one shade lighter and a slightly warmer color. Well, I sort of had an orange halo around my face where it covered gray.
Once again, not happy with the color but the gray was covered. And at least I'm not spending $100+ and 4 hours at a salon to be unsatisfied with my color, right? This weekend, I went in search of another color.... trying to go lighter but be less orange. Now, for the record, I'm not trying to go 10 shades lighter than my natural color. That will definitely give you orange hair. I'm talking ONE shade lighter... which the box says you can do....
Anyway, I found a kit that had an all over color and stuff for highlights in a coordinating color. SCORE! I did the all over color on Monday night. I am happy with the color. It is not orange. But I definitely need highlights to give my hair some dimension and not look so flat. Last night I did the highlights. You paint the stuff on on the pieces where you want it.
I did that. It looks like crap. Luckily it's so subtle that you can't tell I did it. Except for one place above my ear that came out REALLY blonde at the roots but nowhere else... luckily it's not the top layer of my hair. And it's near a stubborn gray spot... so it will be white in 2 weeks anyway.
Total cost of all these hair experiments - $24. I'm still WAY ahead of the money game vs. a professional and with the same results I was getting from them. Can anyone recommend a fabulous color person in the state of Oklahoma? I'll travel to the panhandle if I can get good results with the person not stalking me afterwards!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
The Doodle is really starting to get big. Yesterday morning I was trying to slowly get her dressed since she was still asleep and her shirt wouldn't easily slide over her head like her clothes normally do. Once I got it over her melon-head, I realized it was a Newborn size. Since she's almost 3 months old, I guess it makes sense that it's starting to be too small. It fits her body well still, so we'll try to get one more wearing out of it until it's put in the back of the drawer.
CupcakeFest '09 has been going on this week. Stephanie's birthday was yesterday and I found the perfect recipe for her cake. But I didn't want to make a cake. So I turned the recipe into cupcakes with the original and an alternative frosting. They were a big hit and I had frosting for dinner on Wednesday night. Last night I found another great recipe to try and this time it is even in cupcake form!
Our LSU football season tickets arrived on Tuesday and left on Wednesday. We sold to the same guy again this year. I hope he enjoys them as much as we miss not being able to be there. They seem to have found a good home. It's all you can ask for (well, besides money, which he gave us).
We've been so busy with all things baby that we haven't watched one single snap of football yet this year. I'm disgusted with myself about that. I plan to remedy that this weekend!
Last weekend we were in Dallas for a tiny bit of shopping and a lot of family visiting. It was a good weekend (minus the drive - stupid construction!) but it didn't really allow me to catch up on rest like the previous weekend did. This week I was late to work the first three days. Wednesday was so backwards that T was the positive, optimistic one in the family!
The house is a DISASTER right now. So we'll be strapping Caroline into the moby this weekend while Mommy tries to get some stuff cleaned up! Luckily all the laundry is washed, just not put away. We have this traffic jam of baskets in the bedroom with clean laundry in them. Apparently, I have a lot of laundry baskets. I'm sure no one is surprised.
Normally when I get home from work, the first thing I do is start a laundry load of diapers (yes we cloth diaper and no it's not difficult or a big deal) and clean out her diaper bag. I then wash bottles and get the bag ready to go for the next day. Well, last night I did none of that because I THOUGHT IT WAS FRIDAY! So at 9:30 last night, when we wanted to go to bed, I realized that I had to get stuff ready. UGH!
The weather has been noticeably cooler this week. And since I'm typing this, I'm sure we'll be back into the 90's real soon. But with the break in temperature comes the realization that Fall is right around the corner. Can you believe it? Where did this summer go?
And finally, I'm so tired of Brett Favre that I refuse to watch him this year. In fact, I hope this backfires on Minnesota BIG TIME. My prediction - he retires at the end of the season because he doesn't want to do any off-season anything. And then he'll be back the following August. (eye roll)
Oh and really finally this time.... we've got more baby pictures. I know that's what you really want, not my random rambling. I plan to upload and post this weekend.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Monday was a model day. Monday was trying to lull us into a sense of security and peace. Monday started on time at 6:00 am and even ended at a reasonable 10:30 pm. Monday did not prepare us for Tuesday.
Tuesday was a little bit more difficult day. Tuesday started earlier than Monday. Tuesday started at 5:45. While washing a load of diapers to bring back to daycare, the washing machine decided it had enough of our crap. After what sounded like a plane trying to take off during the spin cycle, it just crapped out on us. And yes, crap will be a recurring theme for this week. After a small debate about buying a new machine vs. having this one fixed, I made plans to call a repair guy. Tuesday did not prepare us for Wednesday.
Wednesday started earlier than Tuesday. At 5:15, I was greeted with a little fist in the face that screamed "feed me, momma!" Wednesday.... Wednesday.... ok, I'm drawing a blank on Wednesday. Oh yeah, the washing machine repair guy came out and said the motor is shot, we need a new one. That will be $300 and another day without a washer. For once, I'm actually caught up on laundry so this isn't a major issue. The rain started on Wednesday. There is no covered drop off and pick up at daycare, so I crossed my fingers that it would pass by 5:00. It did. Wednesday was a cruel one... making us think the tide was turning. As Wednesday ended, it was laughing at us, knowing what Thursday would bring.
Thursday started at 4:30 am. See, Wednesday is still laughing at us. You could hear the thunder and lightning, but it wasn't raining yet. On my way into work, they were listing places that were without power in town. Lovely. I got to school and it was raining, but they had power. It might not have been the best day to wear white pants, but I was. Wednesday is now clutching it's side it's laughing so hard. So much for picking out my clothes the night before.
After the drop off at daycare, I had to stop and get some breakfast. Believe it or not, even though I got up at 4:30, I didn't have a chance to eat. Thursday is the first day that I'm not at work at or before 8, but it's only by a few minutes. I pull into the parking lot and notice it looks unusually dark inside. Thursday snickers at me.
There is no power inside. We sit inside for an hour and a half with nothing. Finally, boss says to go home. Can't do anything with no power, no phones, no nothing. Oh wow! A free day! Things are looking up! Thursday is now chuckling out loud.
I take the free morning to run errands. I need a birthday gift for this weekend and I've been trying to paint my toenails since last week. So I head to get a pedicure. Yes, it's still raining, but what do I care? I'm getting a pedicure! I fell asleep in the chair. My day started at 4:30, remember? I'm sure the ladies made fun of me in Vietnamese. I don't care. Thursday is having trouble breathing it's laughing so hard.
So now it's noon on Thursday and I'm hungry. I pull into the drive-thru to grab a quick bite. Luckily the rain is stopping. I roll down my window and place my order. I try to roll up my window. Try being the key word. It doesn't go up. The button makes no noise. The other windows work. The drivers side doesn't. Thursday is about to pass out.
I pull over and make some calls. T finds the closest dealership and I start heading that way. He leaves work and is headed to pick me up. The rain not only stays away, the sun comes out. Thursday obviously needs a few minutes to catch its breath.
While waiting on T, he calls me and says daycare is trying to reach me. It's important but not an emergency? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? I call right away and am told that Caroline has drank almost all the milk that I've brought for the day and is still hungry and it's only noon. This is actually not that big of a problem since I've got the free day. I say feed her whatever she's got left and we'll be there in an hour or so to pick her up. Thursday has no emotion. It doesn't take pleasure in an unhappy baby. I thank Thursday for that.
With the car safely deposited at the dealership, we head back to my office so I can check power and reset phones, etc. Since that was the only request my boss made of me, how could I say no? The power was not back on yet. It's 2 pm at this point. That's a long time without power. I make a few more calls. Apparently, lightning struck the sub-station. Thursday smiles with pride.
We get to school and T now has the opportunity to meet Caroline's teachers. They tell us about her morning - diarrhea, fever, lots of tears. We take our sad baby home. We feed her and rest for a little bit, until we hear/smell/feel the distinctness that is explosive poo. We manage to get it under control quickly with only minimal poo transference. Thursday wakes up from its nap and smiles.
Remember that crap theme I was talking about?
The dealership calls with the quote on the car. After he says the total, I ask him if that's in dollars or pesos. Apparently it's in dollars.... $500 of them to be exact. Thursday chuckles again feeling a little better about himself.
Thursday is starting to feel bad for us at this point and decides to give us a break. When the washing machine repairman shows up, it turns out we had loose wires. So our $300 repair became $75. Thank you, Thursday. We needed that.
About this time, Thursday decides it's time to pull out all the stops. T heads into the baby's room to change a diaper. I'm in the living room pumping and I hear a few cuss words followed by silence. A minute later I hear more cuss words followed by silence. A couple of minutes later, more cuss words (this time a longer string of them) and silence. After a while, T appears again with the baby. He looks quite exasperated. Thursday has fallen to the ground it's laughing so hard.
Apparently, after cleaning up the baby the first dirty diaper, T experienced his first bout with spraying poo. Thus the cuss words. So he cleaned everything up and was getting ready to put the new diaper on when he's hit with another round of spraying poo. More cuss words. He cleans. As he starts to put on the new diaper, he gets his final round of spraying poo. The long string of cuss words follow. He cleans some more.
After he emerges and is telling me the story, I start laughing. I start laughing so hard, I finally understand what Thursday has been laughing at all day. He says somewhere in the middle of it all, he wasn't cleaning - he was smearing. I gasp for air as I try to breath through the laughter. He starts to snicker because, really, how can you not? I'm laughing so hard, I spill the milk I'm pumping. Thursday stands up, takes a bow and says "thank you and goodnight!"
Thursday told Friday to take it easy on us. And for the most part, Friday has. But the day is only half over with. We'll see.