Well, it does, indeed, look odd according to Support at WordPress. They apologized and promised to fix it, but gave no explanation as to the exact nature of the problem. As long as my ladies come back, I don’t care.
This day has been just not so hot for many, many reasons. . .and the last was just too really even ridiculously stupid to describe. I am sliding, head long into a HUGE funk. . .and I know this is Satan’s way of ruining my Spring Break. He does this, you know. He takes the promising and happy and joyful and tries to mar it with things. . .not little piddly things. . .but great big huge things.
The great big huge things today have been dealing with children (at school AND in our very own neighborhood) whose parents have totally messed up their lives. . .their kids’ lives and their own lives. . .way too much sadness. I try to not let it effect me, but sometimes it–more often than not–it does.
So I am going to make sure my own children are clean, and give them chocolate milk, and watch a video of two of our favorite books, Go, Dog, Go and Are You My Mother. We COULD read them, but Thad has requested a movie theater experience in my bed tonight.