Not the dog.
She turns 8 today.
In the course of living, sleeping and playing catch up with life, her birthday snuck up me without much warning
("what??! your birthday is in four days???!")
Despite the lack of love lost between Chuck and I,
we decided to celebrate with with 8 children,
counting herself and her sister,
at... Chuck E. Cheese.
At the last minute, I decided that she should have give-aways.
(is this really necessary?)
So, I painted and personalized 8 bags for Chuck-E tokens.
While I was desperately scambling to finish,
Steve exclaimed:
"so you are an uber mom!"
Recognition: "it's a good thing".