Friday the 13

A lucky day or a cursed day. Actually here in the Larsen home it was a little bit of both. Porter was on yellow all week long. As in he practically paved the road from his school to home with yellow bricks because that is how many he had this week. Except for that one purple brick but that is nothing to be proud of. P stands for purple AND Principal. He may think that I am going to jail because of his actions this week. I may have not told him otherwise yet. (I will, he just needs to stew for a bit) To round off the lovely week the bank canceled my mortgage payment for no reason then tried to convince me that "I was mistaken and confused on the date that I sent it". Whatever, I can fight that blasted battle until I am blue in the face or I can move on. Move on it is. Charlie fell and hit her head. Nothing bad just a hysterical baby that needed some extra love. Here is where the good comes in. She wanted to snuggle. Bury her face in my chest and warp her itty bity arms around my neck type of snuggle. It is my main mans birthday. He was also born on a Friday the 13. I count Fridays the 13 in general lucky because they gave me him. So those two things trump the bad. So take THAT awful no good lousy emotional day.