Abracadabra

I'm miserable. Like growing-my-bangs-out-in-seventh-grade miserable. Yes, this year rivals junior high misery. Is that depressing or what?

I haven't decided if realizing, accepting, and embracing the misery (which was not a choice, as beaten down as I feel) is liberating or suffocating.

Probably suffocating.

One thing seventh grade didn't have, though, is these two lovies:

My sweethearts, my cuddle bugs, my little cutie pumpkin pies.

My compensation.

My sanity......and my insanity.

Can someone please wave a magic wand and make this year end?

[These pictures of the Binkie Princess were taken at the beginning of the month in Lubbock.]