Well, today sucked because I had to go to the mall and get my son some walking shoes. Yes, my little baby is now walking. It's so sad. It seems like I just had him a month ago, yet his birthday is in less than a month. So I'm depressed that he's old enough that I have to be buying him walking shoes and planning his birthday party. On the other hand, I've gotten a lot of reading done the last two days. Finished Post Office yesterday like I planned, and moved on to Women, which I am coming up on half way through. Oh and I found my Nod to the Old School, which was busy cowering under the couch. (CDs that left unattended are then covered in drool and scratched with little teeth). So I turned that on and cleaned my kitchen...AGAIN!! (Why can't men clean up after themselves? The baby I'll excuse, but my husband...) Now I get to start some laundry. Are you all jealous yet? You should be. So my Sunday was boring, lame and depressing. And really not very different from every other Sunday. I can totally see why Ty hates them so much.