Day 26: Conehead

Well, it seems I have to eat my words (along with everything else in sight). I was completely wrong about Carmen and her attire. She did indeed come home in an Elizabethan collar to complement the 23 staples in her leg. The glass half full way of looking at this is that I might be able to do something fun with it for a Halloween costume.

Out of nowhere H told me in the car today that I'm almost 600 months old, which doesn't actually sound that bad to me.

It's another gray day, but the fact that it's Friday makes up for a lot. I'm going to do something I rarely do and take a nap -- just another in a long string of guilty pleasures. Not a catnap, but a good, long sound one. A dog nap. I refuse to wear the collar, though.