I’m leaving at noon today for my annual Estrogen-Weekend up north. (Mmmmm … estrogen.) We’ll have pillow fights in our skimpy baby-doll pajamas, paint each other’s nails, and engage in group massages. At least that’s what Mr. Squab would like to think. Send supportive thoughts to Mr. Squab, who has indicated that he is going to attempt to potty-train the (completely uninterested) Hatchling while I’m gone. Please, Lord, let it be so.
Have a happy weekend!