Saturday afternoon, about 4:00 … that’s when it’s gonna happen. I’m claiming it now. Is it OK to take a sleeping pill at that time?

Remember this?
Yeah, that’s happening tomorrow.
I’m extremely tied up in preparations … one day at a time … or one thought at a time. Slow down. Breathe, Mama Belle.
But, even more importantly, my children need clean underwear and I must cook the ground meat I took out of the freezer for spaghetti Tuesday night and dust & straighten up (my house is passing no white glove test today). Not to mention my boss (you know who) is being such a slave-driver right now.
All this to say … I’ll see you on Monday with some sort of story. I’m sure of it.