Why did no one warn me?

So, people who have had a crappy week, and are almost to a point of needing medicine, booze, or vast amounts of junk food to perk up, should be warned that watching the movie PS I Love You, on a Saturday afternoon, alone, whilst the fat dog sleeps, and the other men folk are gone is not, I repeat NOT a good idea.

Seriously. I am 50 minutes into this sobfest of a film and am only taking a break to get more tissues... at least my sinuses will be cleared out.

If there are other movies like this, I would greatly appreciate a heads up...

I have had a bad bad bad week, and maybe this movie is a good reminder that I could be all alone. My neighbor told me this week, without knowing the intense foulness of my days,

"The only thing we deserve is Hell, anything above that is a gift..."

Wow.

Talk about a slap upside my whiny head...

OK, back to the flick... I will let you know how I liked it soon.

Okay, so the fat dog woke up, in the midst of the cry fest cinema afternoon... I brought him down and he looked at me like I had three heads for all the nose blowing. The movie ended, I liked the ending, but still, a very sad little flick. It is one of those that makes you appreciate your husband and family alot more. I admit it, I felt really guilty because I was ready for them to go today... I have have been slobbered on, sneezed on, called stinky, and snotted on a total of 1,286,542 times in the last 24 hours, so when they were leaving and Lincoln kissed me so hard he hurt my cheek, Emerson stepped on my foot, then gave me a boogery kiss, I looked at Micah and was like, "Go, please. I need to be alone." And now I feel all guilty for that because hello? I may have a brain tumor like Jerry and what if I don't have time to write all those letters and arrange a trip for Micah to the place we met and would I be a good shoe designer? ... see the power of film...

Oops, forgot to post this Saturday, but here it is, and maybe the delay is because thanks to a good Sunday, God's almost literally whispering in my ear, "Suck it up!" and a patient husband, and I am feeling more like myself. (Even if that means I need to change things about myself... always SUCH a fun process.)

In closing, I have only two LOs and some cute pics of the FatDog and the boys to share... apparently wanting to crawl in a dark hole or move far, far away last week did not spark my creative juices... imagine that.

Anyhoo... I will try and be back with a better post later this week...

(as always, click to enlarge)

Couldn't you just eat him up? He looks like an old fashioned baby with that onsie on!!

Our little comedian... always keeps us laughing with the one liners!

My big man on the first day of school. I actually did not cry, until I returned home. I was too shocked at the bus being over an hour late, I think. And I held it together when the bus did not return him until 5, yes 5pm. He did great, but has asked if he could go back to his old school :( That kills me!

Now here is a LO for Unpubbed. This one is a lift challenge we have going. You lift my LO, seen here, and you win the kit I put together, seen below. You have until next month to get it done too! Very simple, and yes, I did have to black out the personal info!

This one was for an Open Call, again over at Unpubbed.

Until next time...