Which it's good...

I have many, many reasons to be happy today.
I woke up at 7 because Swiper was throwing up underneath the bed.
The may not SEEM like the best way to start your morning, but at least you know your day probably won't get any worse.

Roland had his NST and an ultrasound, and is doing fine. My very cool doctor agreed to induce/deliver him early on Friday the 13th. I still hope he comes sooner (please God), but that would be a seriously cool birthday.

We got our tax refund and paid off the Suburban! Woot, etc. It's officially ours, and we now have waaaaaay more money each month. It's been a goal for such a long time, and it's finally done. It feels good.

I also paid off that !@#$%^&*&%$#$%^&*^%$#% ticket, which is good because it was giving me gray hair. We got our car looked at, changed the oil, replaced the air filters, and the 'Service Engine' light finally went off.

Nutmeg has been parked on top of a big piece of coconut I threw in there, eating since yesterday morning. I think she's probably going to molt, which is good because she can finally grow back all her little legs that were broken. Although it might be Apple, come to think of it. They're wearing identical shells so its hard to tell.

Swiper seems to have recovered from his upset stomach and is lying contentedly on the couch with Zero.

I got new earbuds for my Ipod.