Well, since I'm up anyway.

*Hadley Jo was up at 5:30 this morning. It took me until 7 to quite whimpering and laying in the hallway, watching her run all over the house.*

Isn't he handsome?Brent is my wonderful, blue eyed, tender, awnry, plaid shirt wearing, sweetheart of a husband, and today is is 27th birthday. This is more like this is his birthweek, because he started celebrating on thursday night, and doesn't go back to work until Tuesday. Needless to say, this has been an expensive weekend for us!Today he is golfing, and left at about 6:35. So Hadley and I will enjoy Brents birthday taking a break from Brents Birthday! Lots of naps, watermelon and juice! I did plan a little gathering with a few of his friends later, and he doesn't know about it. Well, when he left this morning he didn't know about it, but I'm sure on the golf course today some dummy will slip up and spill the beans.
*Hadley Jo survived her first sleepover at Grandmas. Me? Well, it was my first chance in 16 months to sleep in, and I was up at 6:30 ready to drive to moms with no bra and morning breath, to snatch up my feisty toddler and bring her back to the comforts of home. Where Teletubbies are on repeat in my front room, and I can sit on my computer in comfort, knowing that my baby was somewhere within my radar, ripping any cord she could find out of a wall.
*Tim McGraw concert was a good boot kick'n time. I had a few minor complaints, because he didn't sing many of his great, older songs. I did hear Indian Outlaw, and Green Grass Grows, which were satisfying, but not as heart-twittering romantic as I was hoping for. I think I actually had more fun watching the people there. It's interesting to go to a Country Western concert and see everything from thugs and gangstas, to abercrombie models, and then on to "still have crap on my boots cowboy". Saw a couple of very orange, oompaloompa looking girls. Yes, I admit, I use fake tanner. Often it shows up spotty, fake and orange. But these girls were noticeably ORANGE! I had to hold back from swiping my finger across there faces, almost like you would if you were tasting frosting off of a cake.
*Yesterday we had a wonderful day. Or not. I picked four new craters into my face, watched Brent sweat profusely, and in 12 hours of car shopping, ticked off about 7 carsalesman (which I say in a proud tone, not a regretful one.) And this is our result...I call this one Brents solution to his modest, older, almost paid for truck threatening to breaking down. You just trade it in for a new one! One that costs you 3 times as much in gas, but really only has 12k in miles on it, and we really got if for a good deal, plus they gave us 500 over what we were demanding on our trade. So in all fairness, I did sleep good last night. No buyers remorse quite yet. No money to make my house payment with, but still, no buyers remorse, and that is what is important, right?