Yesterday, my daughter told me about a friend at school whose mother apparently knows my ex-husband. I don't know who this woman is. I have never heard her name before and am confused because I've known him and his family since we were both sixteen years old. This doesn't bother me - in fact, the possibilities amuse me.


I'm not feeling "blah" anymore. There was not a cloud in the sky today which helped with my mood a lot I think. But what made today so special was the way it began. Instead of the same ol' morning routine that I complained about yesterday, I got to sleep in today. Hubby got up with the kids and got them ready for school this morning. He did an excellent job too! Thanks Baby. You made my day!


And a final random thought....(I know I'm all over the place today) When you go out for dinner, does it bother you to see a bandaid on the servers' finger? While preparing dinner for the family yesterday, I was involved in a tragic cheese grating accident. Nothing serious really, just a bloody knuckle. (Don't worry - none got in the cheese) Today while at work, I felt very conscious of the bandaid on my finger. I wondered if the customers would notice and be repulsed by it. Luckily, I only had three tables. LOL Why do I bother?