We had a lovely Christmas, complete with a huge dinner, gluten-free apple crisp and 3,561 new Lego blocks coming to live at our home.
It's after Christmas that the shit hit the fan.
Friday night we had a horrible storm, which knocked our neighbor's 20+ foot tree into our yard, toppling the honeysuckle trellis and three evergreen bushes.
The storm also blew off a few of our roof shingles, which we now need to figure out how to fix. Fast.
Saturday, Tuckie the Turtle passed away. We're all very sad, Griffin took it really hard. Both boys are dealing with it better today, but it was rough telling them.
Then yesterday both boys woke up with pink eye.
Two thousand and eight has not been the best year. And she's doing her best to be a mean, evil bitch the last few days of her life.