her happiness

It is strongly associated with her ability to dance, prance and revel half-naked in the sunshine. Key word(s): half-naked. (seriously, is that one or two words?) When a cold front swept its way through Mexico recently, I thought I had lost M to the dark side forever. The wrath of an unhappy M is lethal and it frightens us all. (This may be the strongest argument for never moving to Canada, Alaska or The Netherlands.)

But hallelujiah. The sun came back.























Thank goodness, because I couldn't take another second of her stormy, dark side.

But then L came home from school this day and tried to steal her dancing/prancing/attention-seeking thunder. Screaming and fighting ensued. They made up a little later, but only because I told them nice kids get to watch movies and eat ice cream. Bribery schmibery. I don't care what they say.









I do what I have to do to stay sane, yo.