Last night I spent time on Facebook before I went to bed and I dreamt about old friends all night. I distinctly remember sitting at a food court table with old friends. So I had that nostalgic feeling all day.
In other news--does anyone else out there have a two-year-old who is acting like he's possessed all of the sudden? Daniel has started yelling and spitting to demonstrate how angry he is. I have no idea what I'm doing. What was God thinking when he made me a mom? How am I going to raise this kid and keep him from being a psychopath? Am I the only one?