Look at me? I am just write happy today aren't I?
Remind me to never, ever eat McDonalds again. For some reason it made my belly swell up like a balloon and make me feel like I needed to pop.
I am anxious to get home. I hate when Dave and I are forced to resolve an issue over the phone and then I end up sitting here all day just wanting to be held by him, assurance that everything is okay.