Hey now

Blogrolling appears to have woken from its stuporous slumber. Praise be.

Chickadee did indeed survive the day, and I got my kiss... after she told me she didn't want to come home with me. Hmph. Since when is playing with three neighbor girls more fun than hanging out with me? What? Always? Fine. Hmph. I walked back home from the bus stop, alone, to the calls of "Nice backpack!" from the neighbors who were putting blacktop on the driveway. The thing I do for that little ingrate.

I'm off to pick up the child who loves me....