geraldine has fractured her clavicle.
that's my girl.
just as ungraceful as i am.
she ran into a bed and her shoulder was still hurting her a couple of days later so they finally got it x-rayed.
today i wish i was there. today i wish she was here. broken babies belong cuddled up on the couch with their mom, tucked under earl snuggs (the first thing josh and i bought for the new house was a giant quilt and we named him earl snuggs... our disgustingly mushy and equally hilarious nod to the bluegrass giant) watching a plethora of disney movies.
hakuna matata, baby girl. no worries. it'll be ok. and i love you.
alright, i'm off to scrub my floors 'til they look like the top of the chrysler building (annie quote). we're hosting the raining season christmas party at our new house tonight because i am a crazy person and offered to serve hors d'oeuvres on top of cardboard boxes. what new house? oh yeah. we finally found one! forgot to tell you about that. and it's just plain hard to type when you're up to your elbows in paint and can't find your glasses because you're 30 now and your eyes have begun the downward spiral toward failing you. i'm 30? oh yeah, forgot to tell you about that too... we have a lot to catch up on. my bad. talk soon.