Yesterday was not the fun relaxing day I had hoped for. It was great hanging out with the family, but Lola was so cranky. I think her back molars are coming in, which means crabbiness because she's in pain. Poor doodle.
We didn't end up getting her booties, we'll try this week.
Hmmm what else? Oh yeah. I got a PARKING ticket, on a SUNDAY! Apparently you can't park on the street in my parents’ residential area for more than 3 hours. And what's worse is that I opened the front door and saw the by-law dick place the ticket on my windshield. I've watched enough "Parking Wars" to know once the ticket has been started there's no taking it back. So instead I stared him down, holding the baby.
I usually park in the driveway, but when I arrived my parents’ car was there because my mom had to run to the store. So I parked on the street. No biggie, I've done it before. Wrong. Ticket. My mom felt guilty and made my dad kick $20 my way towards the $35 ticket. Score?
Before I could tell Mike last night on the phone, he informed me that he got a $37 parking ticket on Saturday. We're so in sync.
My dad was so angry; he emailed his city councilman, and cced me and my mom. There was actually a reply today - go dad! I still have to pay the fine though.
The babe went down by 7 when we got home, but she woke up at 10:30. Thank god I was in bed by 9 and had at least an hour and a bit of sleep under my belt. I watched the True Blood finale that re-aired at 11 (INSANE), and at 12 I put her back to bed. She was up at 2, then at 4. Poor teething monkey. I'm exhausted today. Hopefully she'll feel better tonight and we can both get a good night's sleep.
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