The best part of the day?
Tonight at the supermarket the cashier asked me if I was the woman who wrote the column in the newspaper. After I said yes, she told me how much she loved it, and thanked me for years of laughing and smiling. I smiled for the first time today.
The worst part of the day? (Which surprisingly doesn't include the hitting and punching at recess today...)
The text message from Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome at 7:30 a.m., right before school. Apparently it's not HIM, it's me. (Well, my children AND my lack of being officially divorced. The no-divorce thing is annoying to him. Hell, it's annoying to ME!)
But do I want to" contact him when I get things all wrapped up"?
Uh, that would be a no. Now, someone pass me the tissues - I get at least one pity party, right?