...but getting used to it.
Or at least, I'm less bitter.
Just returned from this year's Buck Fever Festival, and actually had a really, really good time -- God help me, I've been converted.
For background, go here and scroll down until you get to my description of this most surreal event -- Buck Fever Festival.
Anyway, I guess I don't find big families quite as terrifying as I used to.
Go figure.
Warm & fuzzy thought of the day: My husband called just to see whether the kids have done anything cute in his absence.
Bitch of the day: He won't be home until Wednesday night. Late Wednesday night.
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