Lil'guy has two steady responses to any yes or no question. "Okay!" or "Nokay!" The next time someone suggests doing something I do not find appealing, like going to Chipotle for dinner (you know who you Pinto) I'm going to shake my head vehemently and say, "Nokay, NOkay!!"
I have been considering the idea that my personal physician put forth at my last appointment, to wit, perhaps the middle of a
midlife crisis and a new job is not the time to try cutting back on one's antidepressant medications. She may have been right. This week really really sucked. Prozac, I swear I'll never leave you again.
I find babies irresistibly cute even when they're barfing on me every five minutes and having humongous poop explosions out of their tiny widdle diapers. Should I seek counseling?
I think I've cleared up (ha!) that I'm okay with rain. It's been raining steadily here for weeks and I'm okay with it. It just makes the sunrises and sunsets more spectacular and makes me appreciate the sun more when I do see it. Portland, here I come.