dying happy

one of the weird things about starting this blog back up after five plus years of silence is the people I've "run into" again (mostly through comments or links). tonight when I was idly checking stats I found a few stragglers who got here through this page (you have to scroll to the very bottom to see the link). still, to this day, I freaking LOVE cockeyed.com, and the fact that an episode was dedicated to me, something I'd forgotten until just now, is utterly delightful.

I'm so glad I got to be friends with Rob, if even for a brief moment in time, and I'm so glad there are people LIKE Rob out there bringing the wack. and the next time Gavin's working late and I have three extremely cranky little ones throwing food on the floor, crying so hard they catapult snot out of their noses, and screaming so loudly they keep setting off the "find your keychain" whistle alarm (which, in case you were wondering, has no off switch), I'm going to take a deep breath, stand up a little prouder, and remember my episode.