Thank goodness for Dr.Wilma holding the fort up here while I perilously flop like the last goldfish cracker in a puddle of party ooze. I feel like the past two weeks have either been about attending children’s parties or throwing one. My pregnant state has made me such a mess. This preggo brain business is dangerous and can even result in costly mistakes.

Last week I spotted my check engine light turn on and then it laughed at me. I swear that’s what it did, first the light came on… and it was sort of giving me the stink-eye… and then there was an audible laugh. So I hauled ‘ol Murphy, the big, green station wagon of my mommy dreams, into our local mechanic. I was so stressed, what about the costs of throwing this party? Then I got a call in the early afternoon that I had left my gas cap off, forgot it last time I filled up… that’ll be $50… Thanks Mr.Mechanic for the $7 gas cap. Oh well, it could always be worse right? My husband was kind enough to say, “At least you didn’t drive off with the pump still attached to your gas tank.” Hurray, thanks sweetheart, you’re right, I’m not an utter moron just yet.  read more »