Last Night:

"Could I get a backrub, pretty please?"

"I suppose so. Oh, you mean now."

"Mm.... I want to marry you and have your child."

"Too late."

"Damn."

Well, you won't be hearing from me until around Tuesday of next week. Tomorrow, we head for Chicago. There will be pictures.

Expect my "Diet Progress" on the sidebar there to, er, regress. We're going to be staying with Matt's grandparents, after all.

Matt and I are considering our various strategies for managing Penny on the plane.

So far, the one with the most promise is a liberal application of strong liquor to ourselves and other passengers around us.

Wish us luck.

She was awfully damn cute this morning, though. She slept well past our alarms, didn't fuss at all when Matt woke her up and took her downstairs for her bottle, and then while Matt was in the shower, she very carefully and deliberately climbed into my lap. Twice.

Awww. Pony points!

I'm wearing a new dress today. I'd just put it on and was combing my hair when Matt brought Penny upstairs to see me. He stopped just inside the bedroom door and said, "Wow, that looks really good!"

Awww. Pony points!

--Liz