I am the luckiest girl in the world, Diary. My husband is handsome and successful and my children are smart and kind and I love them all to pieces! The world should explode from this much slobbery goodness
So, Diary, how come when they left this morning, the children for school and Hugh for work, I high fived the trash man, locked the door behind them and danced a jig with the dog?
The little darlings.