Cheezburger anyone?

When you have a craptastic day (week...whatever), spending hours on icanhazcheezeburger, is an okay thing to do. Just in case you were wondering. Which I'm sure you weren't; you all probably knew about it for months, but I am a slow learner. I cracked up over there. Then I made the mistake of letting the girls look at it too. Man, my daughters are loud laughers. Anyway, I made a few of my own for your viewing pleasure.


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Morgan, Harrison and I are flying to Texas later this afternoon. I decided that it's too important and I'm going to go despite my fears. I'm going because I know I'll hate myself if I don't go. This decision hasn't helped my anxiety about traveling, but I'll be fine. We'll be fine. Morgan is thrilled that she gets to go. Bailey is pissed that she doesn't, but she's just at an odd age right now and it would be way to much work to take her too. Separate, they are both helpful, easy children; together they make me want to pull my hair out. Morgan's the one who knows grandma best and she's the most helpful in regards to Harrison, so she wins the prize. The prize being a weekend with her crazy mother. Yay her!

What really made the decision for me was when I called my mom yesterday and said I was having doubts. She goes, babe I'll keep you drunk the whole time if necessary and I'll take care of you, but you have to bring me my baby boy. See, she hasn't seen him yet. My tiny boy, my three weeks and a day old, 10 pound beauty; my mommy hasn't gotten to hold him yet. Then she said, I think your grandma is waiting to meet him. She's still here, for this last thing. You have to come. So, I am.

Morgan said the funniest thing to me last night, while I was packing: Mom, what are you doing, she asked. Packing our clothes, I said. Why? Because the airport frowns on nekkidness, I told her. So what you're saying is that I have to wear pants all weekend? Well, yes my child, that is exactly what I mean. Weirdo.

So, I'll be gone this weekend. I may post, but only if I'm really having a hard time. Just think some good thoughts my way, if you don't mind. Nice, sane Issa thoughts please.