But I like it better here.
I'm going to order DD's invitations for her birthday party, and I'm half asquee, and half shocked that she's fast approaching one. I'm also ordering her dress for her portraits and her party, because portraits are the week after next.
Oh, and my mother miraculously found a way to fix my grandmother's and her travel plans once she learned that we weren't changing the date of the party. Drama settled.
But seriously: one year old. Damn.
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